This was requested by my friend, but they didn't give me a gn or male option even though I spammed them like a McDonalds order.
What they basically said: reader being jealous of Enid or something then a lil but of Carl time. So yeah.
Warnings: Jealous reader, gender neutral reader, Enid basically stealing Carl idk, language, fluff, rude? Enid, Ron as advantage, some violence like shoving.
Carl and Enid have been close friend for awhile now, and you so far... Didn't appreciate it. Not only that Carl was your boyfriend, but you didn't overly like Enid to be so... Kind to him lately.
Not going to lie, you got pretty pissed off. You swear you could see an evil glare followed along with a smirk in her eyes. You and Carl had some split times between the both jealous people. He would hang out with you often, but Enid hung out with him a lot too right in middle of your guys conversation, like you could hear her smile of greed.
People haven't known you for envy, but oh boy you sure did feel it around her. You clenched your fists and gritted you teeth out of annoyance when you see them walking around, with Enid a little to close to him for your liking.
Though you had an advantage. Ron. Ron and Enid broke up for God knows why. Him being the cheesy flirty bastard around you, you didn't mind to make Carl a little bit jealous to make him hang out with you.
You felt bad for toying with Carl, as if Ron and him were never on good terms anyway. Knowing that Carl would stick around you more trying to keep you from the boy he hates most, it would affect Carl and Enid's relationship as he turned down her offers.
Carl actually went with Enid into the woods for a walk. But you knee they were coming back soon, they usually leave around 12 P.M and come back at 2 P.M. It was currently 1:58 P.M so they would be right outside of the gates very soon. You had the matter of one minute to find Ron and walk around the entrance with him.
"Ron, wanna' go for a walk around town?" You flat out made a request, in which him being cheesy he accepted with a wink that you didn't want to see even if it saved your life.
It was 2:01 P.M. Perfect. He should be here right about... You heard the gates open as you and Ron were chatting near them. Carl and Enid laughing made your heart ache in jealousy, you pretended to have an interesting conversation as you smiled, you even knew Carl seen it.
You could feel his eyes burning into the back of Ron's skull. It's almost like you could hear him glare. Still, you two chatted away, making both you and Ron grin.
You could hear aggressive footsteps coming closer and closer, oh boy. You knew what was coming, but you expected it. An angry Carl shoved Ron to the ground, making a thud. Ron got cursed out by your boyfriend, Enid glancing at the fight from a distance.
"Boys-" they kept arguing as you called out for them, "Boys!" You said louder this time, making them both look at you. "Enough, holy crap." You didn't fully mean Carl to absolutely shove him, but it was heavily expected especially with Carl and all.
Carl took a step back, standing at you side glaring at Ron as he stood up and dusted his pants off. You felt guilty, Ron storming away pissed. You felt your heart jump as Carl held your hand though.
"Why was he here?" "It was getting boring without you here so I just chatted with Ron for awhile." Seemed innocent enough, a small smile crept onto your lips. "You know I hate him (y/n)!" He whined, "He's literally the only other person around out age, Carl." "Yeah I know that." He pouted. "Quit being so pouty." You joked, chuckling. God, your smile was to die for.
You both walked around, still holding hands and smiling, enjoying each other's presence. To bad the feeling got ended quickly, Enid came along, smiling.
"Hey Carl, you want to go into the woods again?" She offered, glancing at you then back at him. "Nah, I'm sorry, I'm with my partner at the moment." He shrugged. "Oh that's to bad." She sighed and walked away, making it seem like it was no big deal, but it surely was to her.
"Why is Enid always slobbering over you?" You asked, sighing. He just shrugged and hummed 'I dunno'. "You jealous or something?" He teased with a smile, you loved to see him smile so who were you to lie? "A little." You mumbled. "-but as if you don't make a difference between you and Ron." You added to your defense. He hummed as a 'I want to deny but I cant.' look.
"But I'm pretty sure you're jealous, I see them looks you give her." He smiles once again. You scoffed, "Fine. You caught me." You put your free hand up jokingly. "Is that why you hang out with Ron?" "No not really, once though, after I did once he kept coming back I swear. He's so cheesy." You laughed.
Before he went to say something you knocked the hat off his head and placed it on yours, holding onto it as you ran away. A loud "Hey!" Could be heard behind you as you looked behind you seeing Carl catch up slowly you ran faster.
You two were like a young couple, but who was to deny, you both were.
Maybe a new reader and his son (I would say toddler age) make it to Alexandria and reader is very protective of his son and rick offers to house reader and his kid and maybe reader and rick start talk about their past just to find out they both used to be sheriffs and eventually leads to rick and reader spending more time together and eventually they just kiss and confess their feelings to each other maybe some fluff between both their families just having a small dinner.
I'm so sorry that this has been cooking in my inbox like a thanksgiving dinner, I have a MASSIVE writing block. But I honestly love this idea.
Lil bit of warnings: Male reader, fluff, in apocalypse, language, shorter than I thought it would be, lil bit of violence here and there, probably ooc Rick.
Pulling through this entire mess was a hard job. Especially with your toddler son, you never wanted him to go through this. You've always tried your best to keep him safe in every way possible.
You were driving in an abandoned car, your son in the passenger seat sleeping soundly while you drove down an empty road. You struggled to keep your eyes open from the little sleep you've been getting.
You were so lost in your thoughts when a slam and blood was splattered across your car, causing your son to get startled and start crying. You sighed, knowing it was a walker. You picked up your son and placed him in your lap, he clung to your shirt, trying to muffle his cries.
You felt bad for scaring him. You soothed him by rubbing his back, your other hand still on the wheel.
It didn't take long for him to calm down. After a good half hour past, you found a place that apparently was heavily guarded. Walls surrounded it, your eyes lit up.
You opened the door to your car, your child in your arms. You suspected there to be either living or dead people in there. You never know until you attempt.
You found your way to what seemed to be the opening. Some man looking at you, before realizing someone was actually there. Your hand was over your gun like some 1890's standoff. Only risky part was that your son was in your arms, he was only a toddler.
The man opened the gate a little bit more to get a better view of you. "No need for violence." He stuck out his hand in front of him to show you to keep your hand away from the gun.
"Who the fuck are you?" You questioned without hesitation. "Rick, Rick Grimes." He slowly out down his hand. "This is Alexandria." He spread out his arms, representing the giant place within walls. You looked around to see if this wasn't some sort of kind of trick that was going on.
"Come in, ain't safe out here for you or your kid." He pointed at your son. He was right, you gave in.
You walked in, taking a good look to what seemed to be like a classy village. You we're honestly impressed with the place, but Rick walked by your side.
"I can get you a house of you'd like." He offered. You only nodded as an agreement. His hands gestured for you to follow him, and so you did.
"I got two kids myself." He glanced over at you. "Carl and Judith, Carl's a teenager, Judith on the other hand is nearly your kids age." "This is my son." You didn't bother to even say your sons name to some complete stranger you just met probably just 3 minutes ago.
He didn't seen to mind, he seemed to be chill, not pressuring you. You arrived to a pretty large house, people could easily said it was like a mansion. "Here we are, you can stay here if you want." You didn't overly speak when he said that.
He walked away when you walked inside. The house was nice, your son babbled, making little noises. You softly smiled, you could trust this place if you weren't dead yet. But your son in your responsibility you seemed more protective recently.
A knock was heard on the door, you swiftly turned around, but yet still being careful of your son. You didn't dare to put him down. You looked the person from head to toe, it was Rick. Wasn't long gone was he?
His hands we're on his hips as he waited for you to let him inside. You opened the door cautiously, letting out a hum. A boy that kind of looked similar to him with a sheriff's hat on his head, holding a seem to be little girl. You easily guessed what Rick said was his son and daughter, Carl and Judith.
You stepped out of the way with your son in your arms, still holding him. The 3 walked inside. "Need something?" You asked.
"Just here for a quick chat, y'know, introduction." He had an accent you could easily hear. He leaned against the counter. He introduced his kids to you.
You took a further notice to the hat Carl was wearing. "Where did you get that hat from?" You tilted your head out of confusion. "I was a sheriff." Rick added, you looked at him. "I was too." You nodded.
"Probably from a different city of yours, but yeah." You smiled, making Rick nod. "Your kid looks like you." You took it as a compliment. It was out of the blue but it was a nice thing to get complimented especially in a apocalypse.
Your son babbled once again, looking at you, "What's his name?" Carl asked, shifting Judith in his hands. You finally admitted your kids name. "It's a nice name." You and Carl smiled at each other.
Weeks went past, you soon met ever one there. They're pretty nice people. They knew you as a nice hardworking man that stood like a leader puke Rick. Daryl seems to be a bit off, you didn't seem to mind it at all. You and Rick became good friends. But he seemed to notice something quickly.
"Your son's always near you. Your always holding him, or he's always within' arms reach." "In a shitty world like this yeah. You never know what's to be expected in a world like this." Rick nodded, understanding. "I was like that with my kids, understood Carl kind of liked to be alone. Judith obviously needs to be watched." You both chuckles at that.
"Carl knows how to aim pretty good, so I let him be on his own. Best know how to beat this world." "I'm gonna' be like that with my son." Looking at your child in your arms. You handled kids well. You probably won't let him on his own, but surely let him learn how to protect himself.
"You're a nice guy m/n." He glances at you. You smiled at the compliment. "And so with you." You felt your face get a bit warmer the longer you looked at him. "Uh, I need to go." Rick mumbled.
"You don't need too." You flat out said, making him look at you. "Stay a little longer, please?" You slightly begged.
"What's the problem? You usually never leave this early." You were now standing in front of Rick. "It's nothing." He nearly stuttered. He was avoiding eye contact, his cheeks seemed more red or usual.
"You alright Rick? You look a little sick." You questioned out of worry, setting your son on the chair you were recently sitting in. "It's just..." He paused.
"I know this might be wrong in many people's eyes, but.." He sighed, he couldn't seem to spit out what was on his mind.
"I like you a lot, m/n." He looked at the ground feeling his face flush from embarrassment. You could understand why he was embarrassed but you couldn't but help but to feel hot in the face.
"I like you a lot too, Rick." You smiled warmly at him. "Would you want to come over for dinner at my house, like a little thing between two families?" You nodded and smiled, agreeing to the little 'first date.'
An hour later you arrive to his house with your son by your side holding onto your finger with his small hand.
The dinner that Rick prepared was by all honesty, pretty well made and it was nice to your taste. Your son seemed to enjoy it so he was gratefully happy.
"M/n could I talk to you outside?" You looked up at Rick, who asked you the question. You shrugged and agreed, telling Carl to keep a close eye on your son while you were gone.
Stepping outside into a cool breeze was chilling but you still felt warm by Rick.
"I can't believe I'm doing this.." You heard him mutter, you looked at him confused before swiftly he took a hand to your cheek and a pair of lips were on yours.
You didn't hesitate to kiss back, your heart was nearly beating you of your chest while butterflies erupted in your stomach.
"You're a nice guy yourself, Rick."
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I'm so sorry anon for keeping this request in my inbox for what seems like a year π
hey man I seen that you're writing for rdr2 now so I thought id make a request :)
could you write a polish reader that has crooked teeth please? they usually get along with everyone, and has huge alcohol tolerance please?
if this is too much just polish,
they're best friends with sean and whenever Sean is rescued and the party happens, Sean kisses the reader and confesses even though they have a s/o ? readers flattered but pushes him away
the thing is their s/o sees it
Sorry it took me so long to write this! Trying to catch up onto TWD! There won't be any Polish language in this only because I don't know Polish βοΈπ§ and I'm not gonna use Google Translate only because it takes to long to explain.
Also thanks Anon because it feels so nice writing again!
Holy shit, I'm experiencing the worst of the worst. I'm not dead which is a cheer, but I'm sick meaning sitting on my ass in bed for 24 hours with lack of motivation to write, but I'm sucking it up just to write it for you anon. So please consider it a gift, and I'm sorry if it may be terrible. (Also I'm sorry but it will just be Polish π§)
ππΌπππππ(π): Language, drinking (and omg I just felt terrible because I'm watching TWD, (Season 4 episode 2 or 3)), non-confident reader, injuries, death, violence, weapons, usage of They/Them for reader, probably terrible writing, there isn't any actual wordings from the game.
Story will happen under the cut!
It felt empty and quiet without the loud, cheerful Sean MacGuire, always lighting up the mood.
You've felt saddened lately to the disappearance of him. Most to the reason he was your bestfriend for that matter. You guys always shared stories to eachother, ride through Valentine to the saloon for a drink, confusing eachother with you speaking Polish and him speaking in a more thick accent giving yourselves a laugh, etc.
To the point where Micah decides to be an ass and always call you guys all sorts of names: "Lovebirds!", "What a cute couple!", I mean all sorts. (Except my mind doesn't know anymore.)
You knew him best out of all of the group in the first place.
"MacGuire," that name has caught your attention, jolting your head up to see Dutch speaking to the gang, "has been gone for far to long now and we know that, but we will search for him.", you walked on over quickly, Charles coughed gathering Dutch's attention, explaining where he might know where his is.
(I completely forgot what that place was called.)
"Alright, then we'll head tomorrow. I want you four up early tomorrow. Who knows what they'll do to him." Pointing towards Javier, Charles, Arthur, and you. The minute he announced you, your stomach sunk, but beyond this point you would give anything up to get Sean back.
You gotta' admit that it was the longest night of your life.
"Y/N! C'mon! Get up, we gotta' get movin'!" Arthur calls out to you, you rushing up gathering your stuff.
Charles and Javier chatting away by their horses, seeing you rushing over. "Lets go." You sigh out. Leading your horse to your destination.
A good 20-35 minutes passed by before seeing a town, FULL of officers.
(I don't exactly remember (Yes I've done this part I just don't remember) how this goes.)
Fleeing your horses you guys hind behind a bush, Javier and Arthur taking out binoculars to see whats going on and to see where Sean is.
"There," Arthur points towards someone red headed enough to be Sean, "lets go."
(No, this will not add up to the fancy prancy dude, basically not adding up to the story.)
Sneaking over along an edge to keep eyes on Sean, "Me and Arthur will go around, you and Javier go down below and get those guys." Charles announced.
You nodded in reply and headed down with Javier to where some officers/guards were.
(HOLY SHIT, IT'S BEEN A FEW MONTHS! SO SORRY ANON!.)
Hand hovering your gun, just waiting for the right moment. Taking a glance, at Javier, (in which somehow) he acted out for you to take the first shot. (You somehow understood.)
Taking the weapon and aiming at the unknown guard in front of you, taking a deep breath before pulling the trigger. Obviously startling the other man beside him, but before he could take another breath Javier got to him first.
You cocked your head towards your destination at Javier, telling him,Β βLetβs go.β
You guys couldn't hear anything besides your feet dragging along the ground. Until it was stopped by hearing the sound of voices ahead.
Quickly shifting behind a rock, you peek over. You couldn't see anyone.
Complete silence fell,
"Where are they?" The unknown voices announced. What seemed to be Arthur peeking over, you had a quick sigh of relief.
Okay, I have 3 things to announce... So listen up please.
My inbox has never been so dry before
I will write for Red Dead Redemption 2 now.
(Here comes the big part) I'M SOBBING, I've been playing rdr2 and I have 5.5 horses. I have 3 in a stable and I stole 2 from a stable, and I had a horse named Cinnamon and NOW HES FUCKING GONE π (I love horses that's why I'm stealing.) CINNAMON COME BACK IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR 30 MINUTES GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD π I don't know full game details did my horse get fucking replaced? So if you see a horse named "Cinnamon" (I don't have a picture of him) and he's really fucking short, shortest breed probably. Idk what breed he is either so breed short. Please return him to me π CINNAMONNNM-
ππΌπππππ(π): Foul language, jealousy, top male reader, uses of He / Him for reader, I basically use Season 8 Carl for everything.
