Sturnvilmed

22! she/her

[silverwingxox]

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

[bisexualdisasterbitch]

I will never forgive them for cutting this dialogue

[fruitybowl]

Who Robin thought was listening to her speech

Vs

Who was actually listening

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Twd angst request here!!

Okay so, one where they're already in Alexandria and the reader and Carl had an argument which caused the reader to leave the place. Then Daryl goes and looks for her (with the background of Daryl being the one who found her in the first place and introduced her to the group while when looking for Sophia)

SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT SMT LIKE THIS AHH 😭

Bring her back

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Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve actually written for the walking dead… so I apologise for that. And I have many requests to get through which I do apologise for. I’m backdated by like 99 requests so I’m hoping I can get them all out soon! Thank you for your ongoing support. Much love to you, and to the asker thank you for the request sorry it took a bit… much love!!

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The gate clanged shut behind you, Alexandria’s safety fading into the hum of cicadas and the emptiness of the road. Your chest heaved, throat tight from the argument. Carl’s voice still rang in your ears, sharp and bitter, and the way he’d looked at you—like you weren’t part of this anymore—cut deeper than any knife could.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Inside the walls, Rick was already pacing the porch, fists clenching at his sides. “She left?” His voice was low but dangerous, turning toward his son.

Carl stood stiff, jaw set, but guilt flickered across his face. “We fought. I didn’t mean for her to—” He cut himself off, shoulders tensing.

Rick’s stare hardened. “You don’t go outside these walls alone, Carl. You know that. And you sure as hell don’t drive somebody to walk out there on their own.”

“I didn’t tell her to leave!” Carl snapped, his voice cracking with the weight of regret. “She just… did.”

Before Rick could respond, Daryl stepped off the steps, crossbow already slung over his shoulder. “I’ll find her.” His tone left no room for argument. He glanced at Rick, then at Carl, eyes narrowing. “Don’t know what the hell you said, but she’s out there ‘cause of it. That’s on you.”

Carl flinched, looking down. He wanted to follow, to help, but he knew Daryl was right. If anyone could bring you back, it was him—the man who had found you years ago, terrified and starving in the woods while Sophia was still missing.

“Daryl,” Rick called after him, his voice quieter now, threaded with something close to desperation. “Bring her home.”

Daryl didn’t reply, just tightened the strap of his vest and pushed through the gate. The air outside smelled like dust and pine, heavy with silence. He scanned the treeline, his stomach knotted. You were tough, but running blind out here wasn’t toughness—it was suicide.

He remembered the first time he saw you, crouched behind an old oak, shaking but defiant. You had looked at him with those same firelit eyes you carried now, even if anger had driven you out. He wasn’t about to let you disappear like Sophia. Not again.

“Y/N!” he called into the woods, low but steady, his boots crunching on the dirt path. “Don’t make me drag your ass back.”

The woods swallowed the sound, but Daryl didn’t stop. He knew you’d hear him, and he knew you’d fight him on it. But he also knew this—whatever Carl had said, whatever drove you out here—you weren’t gonna face this world alone. Not while he was still breathing.

Branches snapped under your boots as you stormed deeper into the woods, arms wrapped tight around yourself. Every few steps, you wiped angrily at your face, hating that Carl’s words had gotten to you this much.

“You don’t belong here. Not really. You’re just someone my dad and Daryl felt sorry for.”

You had replayed those words in your head a hundred times already, each echo worse than the last.

When the sound of footsteps followed, you spun, hand tightening on the small knife you always carried.

“Easy.” Daryl’s voice cut through the silence. He stepped out of the brush, crossbow lowered at his side. His blue eyes locked on yours, hard and unreadable. “Ain’t lookin’ for trouble. Just you.”

Your throat closed up. You looked away, ashamed that he’d been the one sent after you. “Go back, Daryl. I’m fine.”

“Bullshit.” He moved closer, slow and deliberate, like approaching a skittish animal. “Ya walked outta them gates pissed off an’ cryin’. That don’t spell fine.”

You clenched your fists, frustration spilling over. “You don’t get it! He thinks I don’t belong there. Maybe he’s right.”

Daryl’s jaw clenched. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared at you with that unreadable gaze. Then, quiet but sharp: “If ya didn’t belong, I wouldn’ta brought ya in when I found ya. Don’t matter what Carl says when he’s runnin’ his damn mouth.”

The anger cracked, leaving you raw. “Why does it hurt so much, then?” Your voice broke before you could stop it.

Daryl stepped closer, close enough that you could see the dirt smudged on his face, the strain in his eyes. “’Cause ya care about him. Kid’s stupid sometimes, but he’s scared. He don’t wanna lose nobody else.”

You shook your head, blinking hard. “Still doesn’t give him the right.”

“No, it don’t.” Daryl’s voice was steady, the edge softening just a fraction. He reached out, not touching you yet, but close enough you could feel the weight of the gesture. “But runnin’ off don’t fix it. Just puts ya in the ground quicker.”

The silence stretched, heavy with your ragged breaths. Finally, you let out a trembling sigh and lowered the knife.

Daryl’s hand settled briefly on your shoulder—firm, grounding. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”

Your lip trembled at the word. “Home?”

He gave the smallest nod. “Ain’t lettin’ ya end up like Sophia. Don’t care what Carl said. Alexandria’s where ya belong.”

Something in your chest cracked open at that, and you let him guide you back toward the path. Daryl didn’t speak again, didn’t need to. His presence was enough, steady and unshakable, keeping you tethered while the storm inside you raged on.

The gates of Alexandria creaked open as Daryl rapped twice on the metal. Aaron swung them aside, relief flooding his face when he saw you trailing behind Daryl.

“Thank God,” Aaron muttered. “Rick’s been—”

But he didn’t get to finish. Rick was already striding down the street, urgency in every line of his body. Carl trailed behind him, slower, his hat tilted low to hide his expression.

Rick stopped a few feet from you, his chest rising and falling. “Y/N.” His voice was tight, carrying both relief and reprimand. His gaze flicked to Daryl, a silent exchange passing between them, before returning to you. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me? You don’t just walk out there alone.”

You swallowed hard, eyes stinging. “I’m sorry.”

Rick’s face softened just slightly, though his tone stayed firm. “You don’t gotta be sorry to me. Just—don’t make me bury another kid. I couldn’t take it.”

The words landed heavy, your chest tightening with guilt. But before you could speak, Carl finally stepped forward.

“I…” His voice cracked, and he bit his lip, fists clenched at his sides. “I didn’t mean for you to leave.” He lifted his head, and his eyes were red, glassy with tears. “I was just mad. I shouldn’t’ve said that stuff.”

The lump in your throat swelled. “Carl…”

He shook his head quickly, desperate. “You do belong here. You’ve always belonged here. I just—I didn’t want you to know how much I care, ‘cause if something happened—” His words choked off, fear spilling out raw.

For a moment, you couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. But then you saw it—the boy beneath the anger, the same boy who had lost too much already and had lashed out because he didn’t know what else to do.

Daryl shifted slightly, still standing beside you, his hand brushing your shoulder just enough to steady you. His presence screamed I’ll stand here all damn night if I have to. I’ve got your back.

You finally found your voice. “I’m not going anywhere, Carl. Not unless someone drags me out.”

Carl’s breath hitched, and for the first time since the fight, a flicker of relief crossed his face.

Rick exhaled, rubbing a hand down his beard. “Alright.” He glanced at Daryl, nodding. “Thanks for bringing her back.”

Daryl gave a grunt, shrugging like it was nothing, but his hand lingered on your shoulder a second longer before he finally stepped back.

Carl hesitated, then moved closer. “Can we… can we talk? Just us?” His voice was quieter now, fragile.

You nodded, your chest aching, but this time it wasn’t with anger—it was with something closer to hope.

And as you walked back toward the house with Carl, Daryl stayed behind, watching you both until he was sure you were safe. Because that’s what he did—he found you once, and he’d keep finding you, no matter how many times you got lost.

[triplexdoublex]

🥵🥵🥵

[dandoonsturns]

I dont think anyone is gonna understand how much im obsessed with this clip 😻

like yes i love me a man with good taste in movies/series

[sturnvilmed]

i feel like we overlook carls trauma sm. like wdym we skipped the part where he was a child

[sleepyangelkami]

PERVERTED c.grimes

main masterlist/carl's masterlist

PART I you and carl had been best friends for as long as he can remember but lately he's feeling new emotions towards you, ones he doesn't think are too good for a girl like you. as if the world had been listening to his sins, they let him stumble upon your panties, left idly in your laundry basket.

PART II carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

PART III after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.

PART IV ever since carl showed you how good it felt to be touched, you'd been iching for more. luckily for you, carl's got one more thing up his sleeve.

[sleepyangelkami]

PERVERTED II c.grimes

 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 3.5K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."

carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"

rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."

the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.

and so, the day went on.

by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.

"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"

his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."

saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.

but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.

but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.

"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.

carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.

he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―

"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.

enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."

ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.

however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.

when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.

he watched as your entire face fell.

he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.

the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.

you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.

he'd been the one to kick you.

he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.

the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.

you wondered what'd changed.

your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.

he regretted it the moment he said it.

he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.

the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.

he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.

"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."

you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.

carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.

back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.

"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."

whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.

"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."

the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."

on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.

they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.

the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.

he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.

however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.

you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.

the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."

the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.

it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.

you truly did rely on him.

with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.

you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.

your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"

"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.

a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.

offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.

carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.

he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.

it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.

at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.

he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.

then, he felt it.

the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.

admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.

it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.

you sounded even better than he'd thought.

he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.

so... wrong.

then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.

he was imagining things, he had to have been.

you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.

you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.

then, he heard it again.

this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.

his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?

but it was dirty, downright perverted.

but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.

if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.

he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.

he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.

suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.

his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.

he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.

carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.

it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.

how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.

he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?

nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.

his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.

and that was exactly what he did.

his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.

he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.

he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.

his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.

tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.

he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.

his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.

it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.

mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.

he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.

you'd came.

he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.

licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.

it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.

you'd never even know.

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[carlmipololo]

Tastes like candy.

Carl Grimes x Fem!reader

Smut, oral sex (f receiving), thigh hickeys, fingering, thigh biting, morning sex, etc

You didn't really know how you had ended up like this so early in the morning, all you knew was that you got woken up by Carl and before you could even snap out of your sleepiness he already had his head buried between your legs.

It was a common occurrence when it came to you two, somehow he couldn't seem to be able to keep his head out from between your thighs. Whatever chance he got to be there was always a chance he'd take.

So now as you stared at the ceiling of his room with half lided eyes and your mouth agape you couldn't help but think about the way Carl seemed to love your thighs, and even more when he had them wrapped around his neck or squishing his face as he held them while he lapped at your folds relentlessly.

You couldn't help but moan as he plunged his tongue inside you for a moment before he slightly pulled away, looking disheveled as ever, quickly focusing his attention on adding new stars to the constellation he had formed on your thighs out of hickeys and bites, his swollen lips latching onto your inner thigh to start sucking on the tender skin, his attention focused on forming new marks as he dipped his fingers inside you to keep the stimulation going, curling his digits up ever so slightly to graze your g spot, edging you as he kept up with his job of marking your thighs, worshipping them as if there wasn't anything else in the world he loved doing more.

His mouth was skilled from how much he ate you out, he loved your pleasure over his, the way you writhed and panted whenever he got you closer and closer to the edge was the definition of beauty for him. So as he finally detached himself from your thighs and resumed his stimulation with his mouth on your sopping cunt you couldn't help it anymore, you had to come on his pretty face with your thighs clamped around his head, squeezing him like a vice in a way he could never deny he loved.

"I really can't understand why the hell you like doing this so much..." In the end, what did he even get out of it? It wasn't like he was actually getting off to it as he only lavished attention on you.

Carl peppered gentle kisses over your thighs, licking over the bites he had left behind on them to soothe the sting. He looked up at you as you spoke, lips glistening with your own arousal, licking them before answering softly, smiling shyly in a way only he can do it after doing something like that.

"Tastes like candy..."

This took way too long waaah.

@enidette @lunarnightt @carlsangel @carlslvr @carlsangel @girlthatsinsane @hiro--aoki @smollbean42905 @livingdeadgirlflorette

[zomb-1-egutzz]

yall i need more ron anderson fics plsss im dying over here 😭

[darylscarollolz]

LITERALLY ME

[cranberrysaucebath]

Daylight

Ron Anderson x Abraham's daughter!reader

Warnings: (spoilers, ron lives au, reader is a daddys girl, reader is called tater tot by abraham, ron is a puppy for reader, make outs, boners, ron is referred as puppy way too many times, overprotective dad abraham, my first time writing ron he will be ooc)

Word count: 2k

The sound of the blade stabbing into the wet earth was heavy and deafening in the teen's ears. Hate and anger ran through his veins, like a raging river with a dangerous current.

“Stupid stupid stupid stupid.” He hissed, glaring down at the broken grass, trying to ignore the tears welling in his eyes.

Ron's eyes narrowed when he saw a pair of boots, letting his gaze rake up to see who the hell was interrupting his private time. When his hazel eyes met your eyes, he tried to ignore the skip of his heart.

“What're you doin'?” You asked, hand on your hip, fingers digging into the fabric of your jeans.

Ron sat up, clearing his throat, eyes darting to the side. “...nothing.”

A soft scoff left your mouth, shaking your head with a small laugh. “Sure, dude. Looks like you're attempting manslaughter on the dirt.”

The boy stood up, wiping the blade off on his jeans, refusing to look you in the eyes. Ron was obsessed with you, he knew it was probably bad since he was still with Enid when you two met, but now she was running off with that stupid Grimes kid. But now it didn't matter, Enid no longer liked Ron, so he was in the green to go after a new girl.

“...well I'm going to…go.” You awkwardly pointed your thumb back towards Abraham who was waiting a little ways.

“U-um, yeah. Bye.” Ron blurted out, nervously running his fingers through the slightly greasy dark blond locks of his.

“Bye.”

Ron watched you walk away with longing eyes, looking like a puppy whose owner was leaving for work. A small growl emitted from the back of his throat, throwing the knife to the side, hands flying to his hair to pull at it. He glared at your and Abraham's backs, watching him give you a teasing little push on the back of head. It made Ron bristle when he saw your father jokingly push you, just to play around, but it scared Ron.

Maybe Abraham was like Pete.

No!

You were raised perfectly, you were a little daddy's girl. He couldn't be a drunk asshole like Ron's father. It made Ron almost jealous. That you could be yourself around your dad, that you weren't scared or flinchy around him.

You wouldn't like Ron how he liked you. You just couldn't. You were perfect compared to Ron. You were a beautiful girl, he was just a stupid, troubled boy. You were the sweetest girl, out of his league by miles.

Ron thought you were a little spoiled, dead weight to the group, but you did come back to Alexandria covered in walker blood after killing one with a tire iron you had found. Abraham didn't stop bragging and proudly telling that same damn story about you bashing a walker's head in. He was a very proud dad after that day.

~

Ron held his knees to his chest, cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment and pain while he sat in the tub, feeling you gently rub the walker blood from his back with the rag.

“...aren't you mad at me for trying to kill your friend?” Ron hesitantly asked, staring down at the bloodied water.

The gentle sigh you let out made Ron sigh too, looking over at you with those pathetic little puppy dog eyes. Your gentle eyes stared into his sad ones, obviously trying to think for the right response to his sad question.

“...I'm upset, yeah…” you trailed off, draining the water and grabbing the shower head, bringing it down, “Put your head back.”

Ron obeyed. Of course he did. You could tell him to lick your fucking shoes and he would. Closing his eyes, he felt the water jet onto his hair, before you carefully set the head down and grabbed the shampoo from the side of the bathtub.

Squirting a good amount of soap in your open palm, getting the suds to appear while you rubbed your hands together. You massaged the foam into his hair, alternating between rubs and little drags of your blunt nails.

“I'm sorry about your mom and brother…” you mumbled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his wet shoulder.

Ron was trembling- both with excitement from your kiss and concealed sobs. Tears slowly welled, rolling down his cheeks, his breath shaky.

The event replayed in Ron's head. Mom and Sam getting ate alive by walkers, Rick chopping off mom's arm with his hatchet, aiming the gun at Carl, you pushing Michonne away from him before she could stab him.

You saved him after he attempted to kill your best friend.

Small sobs left his lips freely while you rinsed his hair, almost hyperventilating.

You frowned, tears in your eyes, turning the water off and pulling his wet head against your chest while he clung to you. Your shirt was soaked from his wet, now dark hair, nimble fingers clinging to the cotton fabric.

God. He loves you. He loves you so fucking much. He was a fucking puppy, wanting to be doused in your affection and love. Be drowned in attention from you. Never leave your side. Make sure you're safe.

“D-don't leave.” Ron pleaded through sobs, staring up at you through wet lashes. “Everyone leaves me. P-please don't.”

“I– I won't. I promise. I won't leave.” you promised, holding the back of his head.

~

You and Ron sat on your bed together, playing go fish together. You looked up when you heard the door open, the familiar voice ringing out.

“Tater tot?! Baby?! I'm home! Everything is okay!” Abraham called, obviously terrified that you went through the horde breaking through the walls without him.

You stood up in a small panic, quickly pressing your finger to your lips and walking out of your room. Ron stared down at your deck of cards, before lifting them up to see what cards you had.

“Daddy?” You greeted, walking down the stairs, and immediately got engulfed by Abraham, feet off the floor while he gave you a bone crushing hug.

Pressed his face in your hair, he pressed a kiss on the side of your head. “You’re okay…you're okay. Thank God…”

Abraham was always soft around you. He had the biggest soft spot for you. His little tater tot.

~

You sat on the couch in Rick's house, confused why everyone wanted you over.

“...what's up guys?” You asked, leaning back into the couch, looking at everyone.

Rick had a hardened look on his face, arms crossed against his chest. “The boy. Where is he?”

You stood up immediately, ready to shoot this whole “intervention” down. Abraham grabbed your hand and gently tugged you back down into your seat next to his.

“...this is for your own good, baby girl.” Abraham rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. His bigger hand always swallowed yours.

You let out an annoyed scoff, “What?! You guys are acting like I'm a fucking junkie–”

“Language.” Abraham cut you off, a stern look across his features, but his eyes still soft.

Rick looked up at the ceiling for a second, looking back down at you, “Ron tried to kill my son. He's a danger to you. To everyone else in Alexandria.”

That was stupid logic. Ron had every right to be upset with the Grimes. He had just watched his mother and baby brother die in front of him–

“I found ‘im!” Daryl called out, walking into the room, dragging Ron in by the back of his shirt.

You sat up, glaring at Rick, before looking back at Abraham. “You let him in my bedroom?! You let him in our house!?”

It was a complete invasion of privacy. Especially on a teenage girl. Just sending someone into her room all willy nilly?! Did Abraham not think?! Was he stupid?!

“Found the little bastard- stay still!- in the crawl space!” Daryl exclaimed, pushing Ron towards Rick.

The pure panic that shot through you when Rick pulled his gun out, pointing it at Ron was almost heart shattering. You could see that his finger was not on the trigger, but the muzzle was pressed between Ron's eyes.

“Woah! We can talk this out!” You tried to meditate, standing up and gently tugging on Ron's arm. Ron immediately latched on you, glaring at Rick, acting all tough like he wasn't hiding behind you.

~

It took a lot of negotiating, but you managed to get Rick to let bygones be bygones. To let Ron reside in Alexandria. Unfortunately, Ron was given tons of chores to make up for the attempted murder on Carl.

You sat on the crate, watching Ron tend to zucchini plants. Weeding around them, pulling off the ripe zucchinis, watering the plants.

“Look at you. A little farmer boy.” You teased, leaning forward on your hands.

Ron looked up, glaring at you. “Shut up. I don't see you helping– ow! Fuck! Why are these stupid wannabe cucumbers spiky?!”

You let out a soft laugh, standing up and walking over to him. He stared up at you, on his knees, eyes resembling a sad puppy's. He held his index finger in his left hand, clutching it tightly, still grimacing from the little prick of the plant.

Ron gently rested his chin against your tummy, staring up at you with adoring eyes. “...I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” You hummed, rubbing the soft dirty-blond hair, enjoying the new found softness since you allowed him to shower with you. It was his favorite part of the night, showering with you after your father went to bed or went on guard duty.

“No no no! Not too close!” Abraham yelled out from the platform against the wall, having been watching you two more than guarding.

~

You sat in Ron's lap, letting him press those sweet, eager little kisses on your neck and jaw. Ron wanted a little break from taking care of the crops, opting for a make out session. His favorite way to take a break.

His soft, slightly chapped lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his thumbs rubbing hearts on your hips, tongue poking out to tease your bottom lip. Ron would beg for entrance if he had to, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it– well, yeah. He wouldn't tell that to anyone but you.

Fingers carded in his hair, you tilted his head to the side a little, parting your lips for him. Ron practically whined, letting his tongue press against yours in an intimate caress. He tried to ignore the small tent in his jeans, focusing his attention on making sure you know just how much he loves you.

God. Ron could make out with forever he got the choice. The feeling of your lips against his, tongues rubbing against one another, drool from the corner of your mouths. It got him so fucking hot and–

“Hey! I don't want a grandbaby! Knock it off!” Abraham yelled from the platform, obviously pissed off from Ron's grabby hands and curious mouth.

You both pulled away abruptly, you climbing off of Ron's lap while he rubbed the spit from his lips. Ron tried to hide his disappointment, subtly shifting to adjust himself. You awkwardly cleared your throat, trying to diminish the embarrassment in the air.

“I'm, uh, I'm going to go see if Olivia needs help at the pantry. I'll– I'll see you later?” You started to back away, rubbing the back of your head while Ron stood up.

“Y-yeah! Um, later. Have fun.” Ron looked to the side, back at the fucking plants that needed so much assistant. You'd think for things that can create oxygen, they'd be more resilient.

Ron met your eyes with a small, goofy smile. God, you were the prettiest thing he's seen in his whole life. And you were his girlfriend? Never wake him up from this dream come true. Everything was perfect besides the occasional threat he got from Rick or Michonne.

“Bye baby.” You bid your little farewell, giving him a small wave before walking off.

Ron stood starstruck, watching you walk away– admiring you as you walked away. You were almost a block away already when Ron snapped back into it.

“Bye!”

[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.

[ishkayams]

The Bad Influence—PART.1

PAIRING WITH—Carl. Grimes, Enid. Mettle, Ron. Anderson, Mikey. “Sinclair”. + .You // ( 9.5k words )—

SYNOPSIS |: Getting a bunch of kids your age drunk in the middle of the apocalypse, and even though the world is ending you somehow feel normal.

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE |: Ron and Mikey don’t die, and they live happily ever after in Alexandria ( I wish )

DESCRIPTION |: You have always found yourself awake at 3, sometimes maybe 5 in the morning, thinking, pondering. Cigarettes, alcohol, weed, anything to fill that void. No one has been able to stop you, no one. Unfortunately you rub your bad habits off on people you look down upon. Instead of finding yourself in your bed, lightning a cigarette after a nightmare, you found yourself laying the Anderson’s basement, hungover after a long night.

CONTENT |: SFW!, pre-one eyes Carl, Carl+Enid+Ron+You love square ( ? ), Alexandria Era, mini series, long chapters, alternative universe, teens being teens, Awkward! Mikey, Nervous! Carl, Cowgirl! Reader, reader is given a backstory, reader is sort of an asshole, goes between 1st person and 2nd person POV, OOC ( ? ), use of ‘y/n’

CW |: underage drinking/smoking, pure pressuring, kissing, swearing, PTSD, canon/typical violence, abuse, paranoia, guns, talk of past SA/almost getting taken advantage of,— let me know if I missed anything.

Atlanta, shit. I’m still only in Atlanta. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the woods. When I first got to Alexandria it was worse. I’d wake up and there would be everyone on the living room floor. When I was here I wanted to be there, when I was there I wanted to be here, never ending. I haven’t said a thing to Rick until I said yes to some canned food.

3:30, 3:30 am. Every time I glanced at Glenn’s pocket watch, it never changed. Stop and think, whether or not you think this was a good idea. Was Alexandria a good place? Maybe it’s like Woodbury. . .Maybe the place might end up like the prison. . .Or maybe the people here were just like the people at Terminus. But for tonight all I decided to do was rest my head on the small, worn bag I have had since the prison.

What felt like an eternity later, I looked back at Glenn’s pocket watch. 3:34, 3:34am. It was never ending. Paranoia, a gut wrenching suspicion this place wasn’t good. Mitchonne, Glenn, Maggie, they all had good feelings about this place. They kept telling themselves this was a good place because they have been holding on for to long, it was time to get settled, they were strong enough if shit hit the fan. Meanwhile Rick, Daryl, and I were all going crazy whether or not we should trust this place. Me and Rick more than Daryl. . .

Every minute I had been here, my brain was always circling back to square one. ‘It was too good to be true’. Before the outbreak it wasn’t even like this. I never had a proper bed to sleep in, always sleeping on the couch or basement of my grandparents house, they were always nice to me, but now they are gone.

I adapted to the new world really easily, never stopped to think in the new world if I shouldn’t pull the trigger when someone else’s finger was also on the trigger, I just did, not even hear their side of the story. To be honest I could be seen as a devil from people outside the group. Cold, stoic, strong, even despite my age. 15 years old, in this world you were adult as soon as you killed the living or dead, at least nowadays. But unfortunately for a curtain someone, their father still thought of him as a baby, not because he was one, but because Rick was scared to lose him.

Carl always sort of resented you for that. You were aloud to do whatever you wanted, at least for things like going out on runs by yourself, or smoking, or drinking, plus being an extremely valued member. You had no parents, and you were too far gone for any one to talk you out of these habits. You always kind of wanted for someone to stop you. Maybe hit the cigarette out of your hand or snatch the bottle of beer and smash it. Carol had tried to do it a few times, but it always ended up with you yelling at Carol and almost everyone getting involved.

First time you ever smoked a cigarette in the new world was when you first got to the prison, covered head to toe in walker blood, ears ringing, head aching. You found a small tin box of rolled cigarettes behind a desk in one of the cells. Next moment you knew, you were in the watch tower, smoking every last one of the rolled cigarettes. Every night since then, you found yourself smoking 2 to 3 cigarettes.

By the time you knew it, it was morning, you were already up and you stayed like that. One of first chances to get real sleep and you blew it, well besides the fact you were laying on the floor. One by one everyone started getting up, maybe searching the pantries for canned food like savages, just like the good old days during winter when you went out on runs when everyone was starving.

Around 8:00, 8:00am, you locked yourself in a room that didn’t have any flooring or any drywall on the second floor, the plywood was dry and dusty. Looking back at it, it might have calmed you, knowing a unkept life, a life filled with fear for so long, then being exposed to such a lavish life was overwhelming, like a dream you couldn’t wake up from. It was too good to be true.

A little after the small meltdown you had, you crept back downstairs. It was quiet, soft and homey, you hated it. The reflex of reaching for your weapon well searching through a new area consumed you, unfortunately the only two guns you had—two pretty matching revolvers with a white handle was confiscated by Deanna and her crew, it brought you back to when you took weapons from new comer’s at the prison, except Deanna’s crew was much more nicer about it.

Well peeking into the kitchen, you saw Rick, he was getting a haircut by some woman who you didn’t recognize. Once Rick noticed you, you all paused, and the lady was the first to talk. “Oh, hello! Who is this Rick?” Her voice was very repetitive, like she didn’t understand what world we lived in. “This is,-” Rick said your name loud enough for you to snap out of your trance, this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real it was to human, “She’s apart of our group” to filled with life. “Nice to meet you, young lady, I’m Jessie. I live on the corner.” Damn you, Jessie, so sweet yet so oblivious. She talked to you like a child.

Your face stayed emotionless, not really bating an eye when she let out her hand to shake yours, when you didn’t hold your hand out to shake hers, she awkwardly retracted her hand. “I didn’t know you had another kid Ron’s age in your group, Rick.” Jessie awkwardly chuckled, slowly going back to cutting his hair.

You sort of zoned out well the two were talking, before you knew it, you were following behind Rick as he lead Jessie out the door once she was done cutting his hair, the two of you watched Jessie walk down the street, Rick felt his hair through his fingers, flopping down on the porch chair. “So, you’re just gonna sit around and pretend this place is safe now?” You said barely above whisper, as Jessie was still in earshot. Rick sighed. “It’s not about pretending, y/n. We need a moment to breathe.…” Rick glanced over to you, with the look he always has on his face. “Breathe? Do ya’ think the dead care we’re relaxed? Ya’ think they will stop by you getting a haircut?” “It’s not just the haircut, It’s about trying to find normalcy.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, slightly understanding where he comes from. “Normalcy? ” Rick sighed at your words, but you let out a sarcastic laugh. “You think normalcy will save us? Look, I get it—this place looks nice, but nice ain’t mean safe.”

Rick got a bit more serious when he realized you ain’t letting this go. “I know it doesn’t, y/n. But we can’t live in fear and paranoia the rest of our lives.” “You say that, sheriff, but you ain’t the one to see your entire family eaten and get turned the day the world went to hell.” You’d step a little closer before Rick stood up, standing over you. “No, I didn’t, but I too have lost people. We all have.” All you did was scoff in Rick’s face. “Yeah, but you’ve got Carl, Judith, this place. You’re already wrapped up in this place, I’m not. I can’t trust it.”

You got a long flash back of the day you got separated from everyone at the prison. You walked one day and one night and ended up in a brothal that was still some how running. They traded in guns, canned food, gas, anything for a night with one of brothal workers or a hotel room. The night you traded in the last bit of your ammo for one hotel room, and unknowingly one of the male security tried to take advanced of you, luckily you got away, and Rick was the only one you told. Rick’s attitude softened. “L-Look I get that. But, kid, we can’t let paranoia take over. Yes we need to keep an eye out, I understand, but also-” You quickly cut off Rick, pointing a finger at him to shut up.

“But what? Let our guard down? Enjoy the view?” All you did was give Rick a sarcastic confused look, which made him sigh. “No. Keep our guard up while still living, kid.” Rick always had a plan, a good plan. That’s the guy he was. “Easy for you to say. You’ve got a plan. A family, a real reason to live. I’m just. . .me.” The two of you stayed quiet for a bit as you sat down on the porch steps, Rick still lingering behind you. “You’re more than just you, kid. You’re apart of this family. Your instincts are sharp. I need that. We need that.” Despite you having your back facing Rick, you could still tell he had that stupid grin on his face. “I. . .I just don’t want to end up. . .like them. . .like my parents.” By the time you were like this in an argument, you would have your face buried in your father’s old hat he always wore to rodeos, but you lost it after the prison.

“And you won’t. We’ll watch each other’s backs, Just promise me you’ll let me know when you feel something’s off.” Rick rested his hand on your shoulder before heading back inside the house. You stoped him before he opened the door. “Fine. But if I say jump, you better ask how high.” You finally faced towards Rick, who also turned around as you spoke. “Deal.” He chuckled before heading back inside.

Ever since the prison, days blended together, hours blended together. One moment you could be playing with Judith, the next you are getting mad at Rick or Daryl, like you couldn’t fill the gaps. This time you found yourself getting ready to go for a walk with Judith and Carl. The community was a nice place to walk, you never had to worry about anything, didn’t have to carry a gun. Even at the prison you had to carry a gun, but it never was a calm and peaceful walk, probably because all you were doing was walking cell block to cell block.

“Deanna was nice enough to get us a stroller, it’s a nice stroller. . .” Carl chuckled before placing Judith in the stroller. You never liked holding Judith, to full of life, she shouldn’t have to be born in such a cruel world. “Don’t you think it’s weird. I don’t know, maybe a trap. . ?” There was a wave of silence, it seemed Carl was thinking over your words. “A trap…? This place is safe y/n. We’ve got walls, we’ve got more people looking out for us.” Carl turned around, an eyebrow raised with a bit of confusion plastered on his face. “Safe? You really think that? You trust them because they smile?” You pointed out at a few of the other Alexandria’s that were off in the distance, who were smiling and laughing, “While smiling or not, we’ve had worse places. Before this we were surviving off dogs and worms. This is a step up.” It was never ending, it was a hard to believe, but it was better than out there. . .

“Step up? More like step up from a different thing to be scared of.” You were not really looking at Carl as the two of you talked, which was a bit difficult for him. “You’re just being paranoid, y/n. Not everything and everyone is a threat.” Carl stoped pushing Judith in her stroller, which caused her to whine, but Carl was to deep in with talking to you and your stubbornness. “And not everything is sunshines and fucking rainbows, kiddo. You don’t get it!” You turned around as soon as Carl stoped. Carl was a bit taken a back by your tone in voice, the two of you never really gotten along due to the fact you were treated differently by the group, more mature and treated like an adult, even though you two were the same age.

“I do get it! I lost my mom too, remember?” Carl’s words made you soften a bit, you weren’t a monster but you weren’t all human either. “Yeah, you did. But that doesn’t mean you should ignore your instincts!-” You were cut off by the sound of an old lady gasping, a few elders were sitting on a porch, they must have heard Judith crying in the stroller. “Oh my god! Is that a baby?” Wrinkly smiles were plaster all over the old hags faces, you glanced at the old woman and then back at Carl. “I’ll see you later, Grimes boy…” You bumped Carl in the shoulder as you walked off.

Like always the hours blended together, it was confusing. You didn’t know what you did when the hours blended together, but you were outside of the walls of Alexandria, you hope you told people you left. But you did have your two revolvers back, placed in the holsters on your hips, with a heavy backpack that was worn.

After 30 minutes of walking you found a parked car on the side of the road, it was a red truck. A bit beat up but still looked useable. You peaked through the windows, checking to see if anyone or anything was in it. While slowly opening the car door an owl was sitting on the seat, its head turned a full 180 degrees, peering its big beady eyes at you. As you slowly pulled your knife out of its sheath, the owl came and charged towards you, but before it could attack, you pushed the knife into its head, and slamming it against the seat.

While you waked around the truck, the owls blood dripped down leaving a trail. Surprisingly the car still worked, and had a little over half a tank. You threw the now dead owl on the floor of the passenger seat. After driving a good 10 minutes, you saw a farm. It was obviously abandoned, at least that’s what you hoped.

When searching the property, it represented past life, old kids toys filled a nursery, rotting food on the dining table, and decomposing bodies. An old man’s body swung side to side, but all he was now was a walker, along with two young girls underneath the hanging man. He hung himself instead of facing the new world. Its dead bodies weak, most likely not eating enough living made them weak. With a flashlight on one hand and knife it the other, you killed the two walker girls, but not the dead man, he deserved to hang up there after most likely killing the girls. Dumb bastard.

When raiding the home, you just kept finding more and more weak walkers. With no mercy, you kept them all alive, but you killed what seemed to be all kids.

After what felt like an hour, you finished the sweep. A large property and plus it only being you, it took way longer than with a group. It seemed to be around mid afternoon when you were done. By the time you hit the road you were going over what you got in your head, it was a decent sweep. Clean clothes, new boots now your old ones are to worn, and on your way out you found some old lady’s cigarette stash, a small bag of weed, a few jars of moonshine, and obviously some stuff to give to the gang.

It was around 6:30, 6:30pm, when you got back to Alexandria. If you were right about the month, it was spring so the sun was already setting. You never really realized the golds and blues in the sky from sunsets until now. You stuck your head out of the window, looking up at Sasha who was on watch duty. These people were really lost before you and the group showed up, damn people didn’t even have a watch.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s back, glad you showed up, kid.” Sasha had a shit-eating grin on her face, dispite her spiralling in her own world, she still liked your company. You waved at her out the window of the truck. Sasha hollered for Arron to call over a few others, and help out with you and the stuff you scavenged. Cars weren’t aloud inside the walls of Alexandria for god knows why, so you parked it outside the was next to the other vehicles. The car jerked a few times due to the fact you weren’t the best at driving yet, sure you could go at an even pace, but due to the fact Daryl taught you how to drive a manual car, he ain’t all that good at explaining things. . .

The gates slowly opened as Arron, Rick, Abraham, Spencer, and Nicholas came out to help. A few people peaked through the gates as they saw you pull up. “Well, look who decided to bring back the whole world.” Rick chuckled well looking in the back of the truck that had a few bags filled with stuff. “Just doing my part. . .Cant let my pristine skills go to waste.” “You know, kid. You can’t just leave without telling anyone.” Crap. Seems like you didn’t tell anyone. “Well I ain’t a kid, Rick. I can handle myself just fine.” You struggled your shoulders, leaning against the truck while lighting a cigarette. “Should have seen me before I joined your group. I was highballing across every damn state all by myself.” You let out a cocky laugh, still thinking about the times before you had all these people looking out for you.

“I know you can handle yourself better than any of these people, y/n. But it’s dangerous out there.” Rick spoke in the stupid soft and hussy voice. “Well I didn’t see any walkers. . .I just raided a farm then left on out of there.” You lied with a straight face, yeah you saw walkers but they were weak. “Sure, but you should have told me at least.” Rick motioned to himself. “And what? So you could ground me for going out on a drive? I’m not Carl, Rick.” You sounded more defensive with your words, standing up straight. “You’re right, kid. You’re way more stubborn.” Rick smirked as he turned around to help the others unload the truck. “You’re goddamn right, Grimes.” From the corner of your eye you saw Deanna walking towards you from the gates. “Rick, can we talk for a second?” You turned around to see Deanna standing behind Rick.

“Sure, Deanna. What’s up?” Rick turned his head around to face Deanna. All these people still didn’t understand how this new world worked, and it irked you down to the core. “I’m concerned. . .About the young lady going out on her own. Yes, she is strong. But Rick she’s still a teenager.” “I get that Deanna, but y/n proved herself a very long time ago, and she still brings in more than any of us, and this is one of the many time she has proven herself.” Rick has always put his trust in you, more times than you could count. You have been a valuable member of the group since the day you joined, you’ve earned your spot. “Proving herself doesn’t mean she’s invincible. We have systems for supply runners, and her just running off just isn’t the way we do things around here Rick. We need to protect our young.” Deanna may be the leader now, but she hasn’t seen the new world in all its glory, but all of you have.

Deanna glanced over towards you who looked bitterly at her, the smoke from your cigarette danced in the wind after you exhaled. “Listen lady, I can protect myself against anything. If you have systems for these supply runners, then put me on the list of supply runners. You need real people on these jobs, not these scumbags.” You pointed to Nicholas who was walking back to the gate, and he gave a confused and offended look. You ignored Nicholas who gave you an offended scoff. “That’s-That’s a good idea. y/n has been doing supply runs and providing for our group with Glenn and Daryl since the day we met her. She’s worthy.” Rick got between you and Deanna, sort of separating you two.

The wave of silence was loud, Deanna thinking for a moment, glancing between you and Rick. “I’m sorry. But y/n is a child. We can’t have a child in danger, and providing for the community. I can find her a different job, but scavenging, no.” Deanna was obviously looking out for you, but it wasn’t like you weren’t worthy, these people needed someone like you. You scoffed, giving Deanna a dirty look, then grabbing the things you found for yourself and storming off. While walking through the gates, you looked back and saw Deanna and Rick arguing calmly, not really taking each other seriously by their body language.

9:30, 9:30am. It was the next day and surprisingly you had some decent sleep. Rick Finally decided to let everyone sleep in their own beds and decided on who gets which house. It was split up into two houses obviously, and you stayed in Daryl’s house. Yeah, he slept in the garage but you all still referenced to the house you stayed in as Daryl’s house. It was very weird living such a ‘normal’ life. You’ve all referred to each other as family but now it actually felt like a real family. Despite you living right next door to the others, you felt really far away from them.

You got a room right next to Carol, who has always made you feel safe, you know who she is. The room you got was pretty obvious it was a teenage boys room. There was band posters, weird retro movies cds, bigger clothes that you couldn’t really steal since you practically swam in it. Last night when sorting out the bed plan, everyone else avoid this room so, you were the last to pick.

You found yourself sitting on the stairs of the main hallway. Carol was making breakfast out of whatever she could find, it didn’t smell half bad but you weren’t hungry—last night you ate the entire owl you killed when you were outside the walls. It was almost 10 by the time you heard a knock at the door, the noise made you jump, but you quickly got up. When peaking through the window you saw Deanna. Jesus Christ, not this bitch again. You softly swung the door open, the door knob hit against wall which created a small thud. You sort of stood there. Deanna was holding a clip board in one hands and a large purse resting on her shoulder. “Hello. I’m sorry if I woke you.” After the small argument between Deanna and you, she was obviously avoiding you, maybe because you were a teenager who was ruthless with her words.

“What do ya’ want, woman.” Your face was a bit more emotionless than usual, it was easy to talk to people when they didn’t know how you felt. “I was hoping you would be the one to answer the door. Do you have the time to speak?” “Ever since I’ve got here I have all the time in the damn world. . .” You walked away leaving the door open to basically signalling to Deanna the she could come in. “Why do you need to speak with me all of a sudden, you were avoiding me like I was a tax collector all evening yesterday.” You sat on the couch with Deanna awkwardly following behind you, letting out a soft and awkward chuckle. “Well I was hoping I could talk to you.” You sort of stayed quiet, Deanna sat across from you, placing her purse on the coffee table, taking out a camera.

“Can I film our talk?” Another wave of silence followed, before you finally opened your mouth. “Why film, is this some sort of interrogation?” You looked at Deanna with a bit of skepticism, not knowing what she was doing. She started setting up the camera behind her, pressing a button as it began to record. “Not an interrogation, just a conversation. I want to know more about you, you are far different from the others in your group, I just want to know about your life before and after the outbreak. To see what made you like this.” “Well I don’t need no damn therapist if that’s what yer’ thinkin’.” Deanna chuckled as if you were joking around, like your face wasn’t giving an indicators you didn’t want to be here. You lit up a cigarette, Carol hated when you smoked inside, at the prison she would pull you by the ear and toss you out of the cell block.

“Watch out for Carol, she don’t like me smoking inside.” Deanna just looked at you, it seems she already had you down.

“Well, nothing like that. Let’s start before everything happened. What was your life before everything?” “It was. . .normal. If you call having a father who beat you and a mom who hated you normal, then yeah it was normal. 12 going on 13. Didn’t go to school much.” It was hard to keep eye contact well talking about such a past, thinking and pondering about how it was. It wasn’t nice but it was better than this. “And where are your parents now?” “My parents were both drunk on the day everything went to shit. We were at a some rodeo watching my aunt barrel race. Walkers came in eating anything human.” You’ve never spoke or thought about that first day since it happened, until now.

“I’m so sorry.” Deanna had a bit of empathy in her voice, that was sure clear. “It must’ve been really hard on you. How did you survive for so long before you joined Rick’s group?” Deanna tilted her head to try look at your face better, hoping you could look at her. “It was a blur after that. 2 weeks into the outbreak I joined some Indians they cared for me after I got attacked by some very bad people. I left them because I wasn’t a right fit.” It has been hard to share your story, but you are here now. “But even then I stayed by myself for another month. I scavenge for miles and miles. Found a wild horse and it took me from Dallas to Atlanta.” Deanna smiled, but still had a hint of pity and sorrow in her face. “That is beautiful. I take it your family was either farmers or southern folks?” Deanna looked down at your boots, western spurs at the heels of em’, and a new hat you found on your own little run yesterday, then back at your burning cigarette that puffed out smoke.

“My father sulked around rodeos, my mother a farmers hand, my grandparents ranchers, and my uncles and aunties were either horse trainers or cattlemen.” Deanna looked at you impressed and a hint of surprise. “Wow, the more and more I find out about you the closer I am to finding a job for you.” You gave Deanna look of amusement. Your family gave you a life’s time worth of knowledge about the professions they all did, and a lot of chores. “Well I promise you as long as you have me a movin’, I won’t complain.” You have her a shit eating grin, knowing your skills will probably be valuable to Alexandria.

Deanna shifted the subject, finally getting an understanding why you were the way you were. “So, what do you think of Alexandria? Find any new friends?” You grew awkward, you haven’t said much of a thing to the people outside Rick’s group. “Well it’s. . .nice. Better than outside these walls, i’m only staying here for the baby and my family.” It true, but also you couldn’t stand being out there one more day. “And I don’t wanna be buddy buddy with everybody here. I’m not entirely sure I want to trust everyone here yet.” That was also sure, but it’s hard for you to talk to new people. “I understand that, y/n. But it is important to find balance. You can’t always be on guard.” “I don’t want to be treated like i’m fragile. I can handle myself” You got more defensive. Deanna clearly figured you out, so she wasn’t phased by you anymore.

“I can see that now. You’re one of the strongest out of Rick’s group. But even the strongest need support.” Deanna was right, but knowing you need help after supporting yourself for so long was hard to accept. “I know, but. . .I don’t want to be coddled.” “Fair enough, but please y/n. Don’t strain away from your heard, we can’t loose a member like you.” Deanna gave you a soft smile, “Maybe I can get use to a place like this. Eventually.” you exchanged a very faint smile back to her, finally looking at her in the eyes. “We can only hope.”

After the interview with Deanna, you were finally assigned a job. Arron told you none of the other teenagers had jobs assigned by the community, but due to the fact you were a person who always needs to be moving, you were given a job. Not to mention with you having such good knowledge on ranch work, you were given the job of the rancher. There is an abounded farm that is about a 10 minute walk outside of Alexandria, and after the outbreak all the animals from that farm were let out, and have been roaming outside Alexandria ever since. Arron said all the farm animals have stretched out about 10 miles around Alexandria, and he has been trying to track a curtain horse for months. But Arron has no experience with horses, so he has had no luck.

You were tracking a Tennessee walking horse all afternoon, and luckily, bribing with some treats, you got it. You were able to find a saddle, and you rode it back to Alexandria. This horse would be good to track other animals for long periods of time. When riding back you saw a few other wild horses like a few quarters horses and appaloosas. You would be able to track them down in a only few days, not to mention any other wild farm animals like chickens or cattle that you could herd for milk, meat, and eggs, but that could be for a different day.

By the time you were back at Alexandria, it was late afternoon, and everyone was clearly busy. Rick and Mitchonne were assigned by Deanna as constables, which was weird to see once again. Rick was still wearing his sheriffs uniform the first time you met him, it was brief but you always saw him as a sheriff. With you being the rancher of Alexandria, you had to have some sort of uniform for it to be known you were working, so you had to wear your hat more.

A few of the smaller kids gathered around when you walked into the gates of Alexandria with the new horse you got on a lead. “Whoa!! Is that your horse y/n?” Sam was Jessie’s son, he was excited, real excited. You’ve never seen a kid so happy before. Sure you haven’t really talked to anyone outside the group but you have been helping around the community by doing physical labor, the younger kids think you’re real strong, and look up to you.

“Yeah, she’s. . .Something.” While glancing back at the horse then back at the kids, the gate slammed shut behind you. Arron seemed giddy about you getting a horse, like he said—‘I’ve been tracking a few horses for months’. “y/n! Thank you so much for finding this one! Like I told you i’ve-” “Yeah, yeah. I heard the story. Yer’ lucky you finally have someone who is good with these things. With you doing these things. . .It’s like a dog chasing its tail.” You cut Arron off, he’s told the same story a few times and you already heard enough of it.

“Can I touch her?” You turned around to see Sam inching his hands closer and closer to the horse. The horse must be pretty desensitized after most likely having walkers all around it for an over 2 years now, so you figured it would be fine. “Uhh. . .Go ahead kid. Be gentle.” Max grew a big smile once you have him the okay to touch the horse. The other kids stood back, keeping a distance from the horse. But as soon as Sam placed his hand on the horse, it reared on its hind legs and bolted down the street. In the process it scared Sam and knocked him on his rear. “Shit! Goddamn it- A-Are you alright Sam!- Arron make sure Sam is alright! I need me to catch a damn horse!”

A few of the Alexandrian’s who were on walking in the streets or sitting on their porches, either watching in horror or laughing their asses off. It was easy to track the horse down since its hooves clopped on the pavement. The horse went straight down the street and went into the Andersons yard, but you quickly trailed behind it. On the side of the Anderson’s house was a small ally, then in the back of the house was another ally which lead back to the street. By the time you were in the ally, you heard a loud bang. For a second you thought it might have been the damn horse who bumped into something, but no. The loud bang came from inside the house—The Anderson’s house. The sound was loud and you could hear some commotion.

You thought it was your imagination, but no. It was Jessie screaming something. “No! Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Jessie sounded scared, frightened. Their house had a lookout basement so the main floor was slightly higher up. You stood on a storage box to take a peak inside. Through the window you saw the living room, and across the room was the kitchen, and you saw Jessie screaming at her husband. Your eyes bolted to the ground when from the corner of your eye you saw Ron on the floor getting kicked by his father. Once Jessie was able to pull Pete off of Ron, Pete started hitting Jessie. After a few hits Pete walked away with a beer bottle in hand.

You have seen abuse all your life, even after the outbreak you heard about Carol and her late husband. But Jessie and her family were different, maybe they were so oblivious to the new world, it kinda seemed like they were stuck in the old world—A hard working mom, two sons, and a alcoholic dad who beat on his said kids and wife. It reminded you of your father and mother—but Jessie cared about her kids and your mom couldn’t have gave a shit about you. After witnessing all this you sort of stared at Jessie comforting her son on the floor—but quickly getting pulled away for your trance.

You heard some commotion from the street. By the time you got into the main street you saw Rick trying to calming down the horse you completely forgot about, along with Arron and Daryl trying to get a lead or something around her. “Shit! Ya’ found the damn parasite didn’t ya’!” You let out a loud humorous and childish laugh between all the chaos. “Yeah, I did! Now will you help us out?!”

After a very long session of chasing the horse around all over Alexandria with Rick, Daryl and Arron, you finally got a lead on it and hitched it on a recently made hitching post Abraham made next to the church. You and Rick sat on the back steps of the church trying to catch your breath. It was around 6:30, 6:30pm by the time you two were done chasing the damn horse. The thought of what happed at the Anderson’s house popped back into your head. “Hey Rick. . .”Your voice was still shaky while trying to catch your breath. He did a low grunt, acknowledging your words. “Can I tell you something as long as you don’t act on it.” “How do you mean?” You awkwardly sighed, not sure how to get your words out right. “Well ya’ know. . .Ever since I met you, you’ve always had the sort of hero complex, and you’ve always acted when something was wrong.”

Rick chuckled, taking into consideration of your words. “If ya’ say so. What’s on your mind?” Rick turned around towards you, the sunset created a soft warm glow throughout Alexandria, something you’ve noticed recently. You had a heavy heart for Jessie now, you knew what it was like. “Have you seen the way Pete acts with Jessie. . .I mean-” With my words, Rick quickly whipped away his smile, the smile he had when he chuckled in between a conversation.

“I knew it. What did you see?” Rick’s word almost seemed like he was interrogating you. “You knew? And you didn’t have the balls to say shit?” “It was a suspicion, alright. Let me ask you again. What did ya’ see?” You scoffed at Rick’s words, it was kind of annoying how he was always right. “Well. . .I was chasing the horse, heard something from the Anderson house and peaked through the window. That’s when I saw it.” “Saw what.” All this talk of things like this brought you back to the time your father knocked your mother out cold and beat you black and blue. “Jesus Christ, Rick. We can’t act all hero, and swish in and save someone when something like this happens. What will we do anyway with Pete. Huh?” Rick sort of stared at you, he was standing up with his hands on his hips by the time you asked, he did the thing he always does, slightly tilt his head, having that look. “I’ll have to kill him.”

It felt like it finally stopped, yet it happened again. The hours blended together, and this time you found yourself walking on the streets of Alexandria. You were walking with Michonne, Tera, Rosita, and Carol to what seemed to be Deanna’s house, one of the only houses that had its lights on. It was night now but it was clearly the same day from the last things you remembered. It seemed to be a party going on at Deanna’s house. You heard a few times from Maggie there will be a house warming party at Deann’s house, for all you new arrivals.

You weren’t wearing your hat, but you felt more clean, you must have had a shower. Along with a fresh set of clothes. A short white dress and some black shorts under them, and a brown bomber jacket, your shoe spurs clinking as you walked on the road. While putting a lot of thought into what Rick said about killing Pete, Jessie broke you out of your mind. You were inside of Deanna’s house now, all that thinking made you forget where you were. “Oh hi, y/n! I’m glad you came! You look beautiful, love that dress on you.” Jessie had a bright smile on her face, as if her husband didn’t put his hands on her a few hours ago. “O-Oh hey. Uhm yeah, I wasn’t planning on coming but I heard thee would be booze here.” That was probably a really dumb thing to say, she kind of looked at you a bit dumbfounded and confused—she probably didn’t know you didn’t have any one who had any say on what you did.

“And thank you, you look very nice as well.” The words came out a bit jittery. “I-I’m gonna to go get a drink.” In the corner of your eye you saw the table with all the drinks. You pulled up a few of the bottles to see what drinks they hand, and you ended up just taking an entire bottle of vodka. While walking to the backdoor and ditching the party, Mrs. Niedermeyer came up to you. “Hey young lady, I don’t think you’re aloud that-” “Shut the fuck up, Shelly.” You bumped her in the shoulder before walking to the back porch, slumping down on the edge of the steps.

While lighting a cigarette you heard the door opening behind you, as it opened the sounds of a recorded player, people talking, and laughter poured out. You didn’t mind to even turn around to see who it was. Soft thuds again the wooden planks slowly creeping up. It was a girl, around your age, pretty with long brown hair. “Mind if I join?” Her voice was young and soft, but through her voice you could tell she knew what the new world was like. “Free porch, be my guest.” It’s always been you and Carl almost since the beginning, so talking to someone your age for a change was weird, you didn’t know how to act. “I’m Enid. I’ve seen you around.” There was a wave of silence. “y/n.” You said back to her, taking another long drag, and a swig of vodka.

“Is that. . ?” Enid pointed to the very large bottle of Absolut Vodka. “Yeah, want some?” Enid looked a bit unsure, “Why not. I’ve tried to snag a few bottles of beer but i’ve always been caught by Olivia. . .” Enid let out a small grin on her face, using both hands to hold up the bottle. Her face contorted, feeling the burn in the back of her throat. “Oh yeah, feel the burn.” You grinned softly, taking back the bottle and letting puffing out smoke. “Good to try new things, even if it ain’t gonna have a good outcome.” The two of you giggled, it was weird having a girl your age to now talk to, sure there was Beth before all this, but she was bit older and wasn’t like you at all.

“So what made you leave the party?” “Never been a party person, to much people pretending everything is alright. It’s not, never will be anymore.” Enid was right, she had the same mindset as you. “Same here, everyone here is so fuckin’ boring and oblivious.” “Seems you’ve been outside awhile before this.” Enid faced towards you. With the music a bit muffled out it was less overwhelming, easier to think, especially with a cigarette in your hand and alcohol in your system. “Yeah, since the beginning. Came from Dallas and that’s when I met Rick’s group.” “You’re a long way from home.” Enid was easy to talk to, has the same beliefs and mindset, at least as far as the eye could see.

“Was never much of a home person, gets repetitive after staying the same for so long. With home things stay the same for a good amount of time, in the new world everything is always moving, can’t stop.” The alcohol was just letting words flow out, you were never the talkative type. “I agree, but I miss my family though, what was your family like.” Enid played with her shoelaces with her knees pressed up against her chest. “God don’t get me stared. Glad to say they’re gone. The world didn’t miss them when they left, didn’t lose that much either.” You scoffed, you have always resented your parents, but thinking about it now, you’ve never hated them this much.

Enid smirked, she was always sort of emotionless every time you passed her one the street, or just saw her roaming around. “You really don’t care what others think. Do you?” “No really, why should I?” You took another long drag of your cigarette, puffing the smoke away from Enid, not wanting to be rude, she watched you, a silly smirk on her face. “I like that.” A smile from Enid seemed genuine, but before you knew it, she took away the cigarette, taking a drag, as if she wasn’t savouring the tobacco that filled her lungs.

“Take it you don’t like the spotlight either. . .huh?” Your words were barely above a whisper, but only loud enough for Enid. “Not at all, I prefer quiet.” That was understandable, compared to all the chaos the world had to offer nowadays. “Then why come here?” A small moment of silence filled the air, like there wasn’t people having loud conversations inside the house, and jazz pouring out of every window. “I was hoping it would be different, maybe i’d find someone interesting.” Enid looked up at the star filled sky. “Ya’ found me didn’t ya’?” The two of you paused, cracking up in giggles after the break.

It was weird being so normal, you’ve never been so normal since the day shit hit the fan. You and Enid were sipping on the vodka like your lives depended on it, giggling at every little things, still only tipsy. The two of you decided to ditch this party and do something else. It was around 9:30, 9:30pm. The night was still young, but the town was quite due to the fact almost everyone was at that party. Walking over near the pond was peaceful, it was a decent size, way bigger than a pool. It felt like you and Enid have known each other for years, but that’s just the alcohol loosening you both up. On the other side of the pond near the trees, you saw Carl, along with the Anderson boy, and another boy you didn’t know.

The walk towards them felt like it took forever. “Hey, where have you two been? Didn’t see you at the party.” Carl looked up at you and Enid, your arm warped around hers. “Well I could say the same things about you, Grimes.” You were close to slurring your words giggling between sentences. “Who are these little boys anyway. . .yer’ goddamn dogs, Grimes. . .?” The last bit made Enid giggle, she told you about the few times she went over the wall, and Carl following her, a bit creepy, even Eugene wouldn’t be that weird. “You look a bit. . .Drunk.” The boy with the black hair said in a hushed tone, still loud enough and giggling with a small smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t worry, BOYO. I’m just getting a started.” You started slurring your words, the bottle lazily in your hands, it felt heavy despite you being strong enough to fight off a walker with your bare hands, it was the alcohol making you feel heavy. “Enid. . .Are you drunk too?” Ron looked a bit concerned and taken aback, but all Enid did was smile and giggle. “Oh god forbid I wanna have fun. . .Ugh this whole fuckin’ town is so boring.” Enid strained away from your grasp, looking up at the sky and kinda spinning and pacing in circles. “And who are you anyway? Who are you getting my girlfriend drunk?” “Alright, Ron. Let’s calm down. Let the girls have some fun. . .” The black-headed boy stood between you and Ron.

“I’m, y/n, you little crock of shit. You better watch who you’re takin’ too.” You didn’t think of what you said anymore, the alcohol making your emotions go wild. “That’s enough, enough out of both of you!” Carl came from behind you behind, pulling you by your waist and pulling you away from Ron. “Get off me!” “Mikey keep Ron out of y/n’s sight! Look I get it, y/n. We all want some freedom, but doing this ain’t gonna help with your freedom. I want freedom too but this is not how you do it.” You scoffed at Carls words, a cocky smirk plastered all over your face. You got real close and personal with Carl. “You want your freedom, you earn it. Let’s have some fun, Grimes.”

The hours blended together, but with all the alcohol in your system it was hard to keep track. One moment you were pure-pressuring Mikey to try and take big swig of the vodka, eventually forcing it down his throat by pinning him down and talking him through and baby talking him the absolute agony of the burning sensation of the vodka running down his throat. Then soon following with Ron almost spitting all the vodka on Carl, making you all burst out laughing.

The next moment you were all sitting on the back steps of the church waiting for the alcohol to hit the boy’s system’s, you heard some ruckus from the church, while peaking through the windows you all saw Father Gabriel and Sasha practically fist fighting, Father Gabriel running away from Sasha with his tail between his legs. You all burst out laughing, not taking it seriously due to the fact it was slowly taking you all over. But Father Gabriel and Sasha almost spotted you all which ended up with you guys bolting down the street.

The next moment was you all sitting around the pond, giggling and slurring your words, and probably making the most outrageous and embarrassing jokes about each other, the alcohol finally loosing your brains up.

Before you knew it you were all swimming in the pond. . .With clothes and all, unable to realize what you all were doing was dumb and will get you all in a lot of trouble. While doing laps in the pond, you heard a old man shouting from across the pond. “Goddamn it! You kids get out of that damn pond!” You all jumped, quickly swimming out like your lives depended on it, trying to hide your guys faces from him, praying he won’t tell Deanna or someone.

12:30, 12:30am, it was 30 minutes past midnight, and the 5 of you have been running around Alexandria for the past few hours, still drunk out of your minds. A few times you were almost and likely spotted by people, but all somehow quickly ran away. Sasha was on watch dirty as usual, she saw you all swaying around under the streetlights, but she was unbothered, there was other stuff to worry about instead of drunk teenagers. The 5 of you were still soaking wet and cold from the pond, and possibly went back to go for a few more dips. The vodka was running low, and everyone was slurring their words as you all fought on who got the last bit of it.

Five of you were sitting in some large flower beds, that was in a big backyard of one of the residents houses. “Oh come on, don’t be cheap with me now. . .” Enid whined as you held the bottle in the air, trying to keep it away from the others. “If you give me it, i’ll do you a solid.” Carl was trying to reach over and take it away from you, but all you did was yank your hand away with the bottle, inching his face closer to yours, which caused Carl to blush heavily even though his face was already red from the effects of the alcohol. “You ain’t got nothin’ on me. . .Grimes-” You felt the bottle from your hand get yanked away, even though your hand was barely hanging onto it, the alcohol making you unable to control your grip.

“Come onnnnnnnn. . .” Ron was kinda swaying side to side. opening the bottle and chugging the last bit, he was too out of it to care or recognize the fact his throat was burning. The four of you all began to jokingly hit Ron on the shoulder or back of the head, a bit annoyed by the fact that he drank the last bit of liquid courage.

It was already 1:00, 1:00am, time was flying by with all of you basically half ‘dead’. The sky was filled with stars, if you really wanted to you could have laid in the flower beds forever and counted all of them. Different types of shadows stretched on the ground, either dancing or creating deep and beautiful shadows. Mikey has his head laid on your stomach as you playing with his cold and damp hair, Enid was in her own world, staying quiet and humming soft melodies, while Ron and Carl were piking flowers from the flower beds. Then—pssshhhkk. A sudden burst of water started spraying you guys and the air, making you all jump from your daze.

It took you all a minute to realize what was happening, Enid shrieked at the sudden cold water spraying her, a part-laugh and a part-rebellion. Mikey sprung up, from where he was laying his head on you. It was the sprinklers, and it had a few all over the green and grassy yard. The five of you all stood up, feeling the water spraying you down. “Oh my god! Its the sprinklers!” You haven’t felt something like this since your 7th birthday, you were in your grandparents backyard. Your grandfather was watering the grass during a hot summer day. you came running out, his thump was pressed up against the hose and he chased you with the water. The air was a little warmer that day, and it felt good just to be running, and that’s how you felt in this moment, happy and free.

“Run, bitch, run!” You and Enid were the first to start running around in the sprinklers, chasing each other, but smiles plastered all over your faces, almost stumbling over your own feet a few times, clothes sticked to your body’s, eventually kicking off your shoes, bare feet pounding on slick grass, silhouettes dancing while under the street lights and free flowing mist. The 3 boys joined you both , Carl yanking off his shirt, throwing it in the air, a small slap against wet grass, Ron quick to followed Carl’s actions.

They were all there, your head for once wasn’t filled with paranoia, walkers, the new world, you were just there. All of your old thoughts faded into static, all you cared about was this moment. “Enid!” You called out to Enid, mascara dripping from your eyes, smudging across your face once you whipped it. Your head was spinning, as if you were trying to stay up right. “This is crazy! I can’t see anything!” Enid’s eyes were squinting and trying to focus, her hands on your shoulders for support. Enid let go of you, spinning around, her face glistening and smiling. “You love it!” You shouted out at Enid, the loud sprinklers buzzing and ears ringing made it hard to think or hear. Enid wanted to say no, she wanted to say she didn’t like this, the thick mist from the sprinklers stung her skin. “Ya’ love this feeling. Don’t you?” Enid’s face was a bit dumbfounded, of course she did, she’s never felt so human.

You turned over to see Carl attempting a summersault and somehow landing it, but quickly falling over once he got back on his feet. He looked quite pretty, his hair was wet and a mess, but you thought that’s what made his look good in that moment. Ron was trying to drink the mist in the air, you stumbled towards him, giving him a very drunk and not really a fully thought out kiss—this was Enid’s boyfriend for crying out loud, but not to mention Carl has a really fat fucking crash on her. . .It seemed Enid didn’t really care for Ron in a romantic way, so why was she dating him? The way she talked about him seemed as if Ron was a burden to her. And the way she talked about Carl.

You quickly pulled away after you realized what you were doing and who you were kissing, kinda pushing Ron away. He had a drunken smirk on his face. Howling laughter filled the air, you and Ron joined in on the laughter and fun, staring at each other a for a moment after the kiss. Carl and Mikey were casing each other and Enid was laughing while watching them. You threw your hands in the air, letting yourself scream and holler—loud, wild, and real. Every since you were a kid, this is what you imagined your teenage years to be like, letting yourself run free, not listening to anyone who got in your way, and that’s what you got, but you had to pay the price for that.

Even by the time any one hear the commotion you kids were causing, you would all be gone by then, roaming of to some other place to wreck.

[cranberrysaucebath]

Daylight

Ron Anderson x Abraham's daughter!reader

Warnings: (spoilers, ron lives au, reader is a daddys girl, reader is called tater tot by abraham, ron is a puppy for reader, make outs, boners, ron is referred as puppy way too many times, overprotective dad abraham, my first time writing ron he will be ooc)

Word count: 2k

The sound of the blade stabbing into the wet earth was heavy and deafening in the teen's ears. Hate and anger ran through his veins, like a raging river with a dangerous current.

“Stupid stupid stupid stupid.” He hissed, glaring down at the broken grass, trying to ignore the tears welling in his eyes.

Ron's eyes narrowed when he saw a pair of boots, letting his gaze rake up to see who the hell was interrupting his private time. When his hazel eyes met your eyes, he tried to ignore the skip of his heart.

“What're you doin'?” You asked, hand on your hip, fingers digging into the fabric of your jeans.

Ron sat up, clearing his throat, eyes darting to the side. “...nothing.”

A soft scoff left your mouth, shaking your head with a small laugh. “Sure, dude. Looks like you're attempting manslaughter on the dirt.”

The boy stood up, wiping the blade off on his jeans, refusing to look you in the eyes. Ron was obsessed with you, he knew it was probably bad since he was still with Enid when you two met, but now she was running off with that stupid Grimes kid. But now it didn't matter, Enid no longer liked Ron, so he was in the green to go after a new girl.

“...well I'm going to…go.” You awkwardly pointed your thumb back towards Abraham who was waiting a little ways.

“U-um, yeah. Bye.” Ron blurted out, nervously running his fingers through the slightly greasy dark blond locks of his.

“Bye.”

Ron watched you walk away with longing eyes, looking like a puppy whose owner was leaving for work. A small growl emitted from the back of his throat, throwing the knife to the side, hands flying to his hair to pull at it. He glared at your and Abraham's backs, watching him give you a teasing little push on the back of head. It made Ron bristle when he saw your father jokingly push you, just to play around, but it scared Ron.

Maybe Abraham was like Pete.

No!

You were raised perfectly, you were a little daddy's girl. He couldn't be a drunk asshole like Ron's father. It made Ron almost jealous. That you could be yourself around your dad, that you weren't scared or flinchy around him.

You wouldn't like Ron how he liked you. You just couldn't. You were perfect compared to Ron. You were a beautiful girl, he was just a stupid, troubled boy. You were the sweetest girl, out of his league by miles.

Ron thought you were a little spoiled, dead weight to the group, but you did come back to Alexandria covered in walker blood after killing one with a tire iron you had found. Abraham didn't stop bragging and proudly telling that same damn story about you bashing a walker's head in. He was a very proud dad after that day.

~

Ron held his knees to his chest, cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment and pain while he sat in the tub, feeling you gently rub the walker blood from his back with the rag.

“...aren't you mad at me for trying to kill your friend?” Ron hesitantly asked, staring down at the bloodied water.

The gentle sigh you let out made Ron sigh too, looking over at you with those pathetic little puppy dog eyes. Your gentle eyes stared into his sad ones, obviously trying to think for the right response to his sad question.

“...I'm upset, yeah…” you trailed off, draining the water and grabbing the shower head, bringing it down, “Put your head back.”

Ron obeyed. Of course he did. You could tell him to lick your fucking shoes and he would. Closing his eyes, he felt the water jet onto his hair, before you carefully set the head down and grabbed the shampoo from the side of the bathtub.

Squirting a good amount of soap in your open palm, getting the suds to appear while you rubbed your hands together. You massaged the foam into his hair, alternating between rubs and little drags of your blunt nails.

“I'm sorry about your mom and brother…” you mumbled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his wet shoulder.

Ron was trembling- both with excitement from your kiss and concealed sobs. Tears slowly welled, rolling down his cheeks, his breath shaky.

The event replayed in Ron's head. Mom and Sam getting ate alive by walkers, Rick chopping off mom's arm with his hatchet, aiming the gun at Carl, you pushing Michonne away from him before she could stab him.

You saved him after he attempted to kill your best friend.

Small sobs left his lips freely while you rinsed his hair, almost hyperventilating.

You frowned, tears in your eyes, turning the water off and pulling his wet head against your chest while he clung to you. Your shirt was soaked from his wet, now dark hair, nimble fingers clinging to the cotton fabric.

God. He loves you. He loves you so fucking much. He was a fucking puppy, wanting to be doused in your affection and love. Be drowned in attention from you. Never leave your side. Make sure you're safe.

“D-don't leave.” Ron pleaded through sobs, staring up at you through wet lashes. “Everyone leaves me. P-please don't.”

“I– I won't. I promise. I won't leave.” you promised, holding the back of his head.

~

You and Ron sat on your bed together, playing go fish together. You looked up when you heard the door open, the familiar voice ringing out.

“Tater tot?! Baby?! I'm home! Everything is okay!” Abraham called, obviously terrified that you went through the horde breaking through the walls without him.

You stood up in a small panic, quickly pressing your finger to your lips and walking out of your room. Ron stared down at your deck of cards, before lifting them up to see what cards you had.

“Daddy?” You greeted, walking down the stairs, and immediately got engulfed by Abraham, feet off the floor while he gave you a bone crushing hug.

Pressed his face in your hair, he pressed a kiss on the side of your head. “You’re okay…you're okay. Thank God…”

Abraham was always soft around you. He had the biggest soft spot for you. His little tater tot.

~

You sat on the couch in Rick's house, confused why everyone wanted you over.

“...what's up guys?” You asked, leaning back into the couch, looking at everyone.

Rick had a hardened look on his face, arms crossed against his chest. “The boy. Where is he?”

You stood up immediately, ready to shoot this whole “intervention” down. Abraham grabbed your hand and gently tugged you back down into your seat next to his.

“...this is for your own good, baby girl.” Abraham rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. His bigger hand always swallowed yours.

You let out an annoyed scoff, “What?! You guys are acting like I'm a fucking junkie–”

“Language.” Abraham cut you off, a stern look across his features, but his eyes still soft.

Rick looked up at the ceiling for a second, looking back down at you, “Ron tried to kill my son. He's a danger to you. To everyone else in Alexandria.”

That was stupid logic. Ron had every right to be upset with the Grimes. He had just watched his mother and baby brother die in front of him–

“I found ‘im!” Daryl called out, walking into the room, dragging Ron in by the back of his shirt.

You sat up, glaring at Rick, before looking back at Abraham. “You let him in my bedroom?! You let him in our house!?”

It was a complete invasion of privacy. Especially on a teenage girl. Just sending someone into her room all willy nilly?! Did Abraham not think?! Was he stupid?!

“Found the little bastard- stay still!- in the crawl space!” Daryl exclaimed, pushing Ron towards Rick.

The pure panic that shot through you when Rick pulled his gun out, pointing it at Ron was almost heart shattering. You could see that his finger was not on the trigger, but the muzzle was pressed between Ron's eyes.

“Woah! We can talk this out!” You tried to meditate, standing up and gently tugging on Ron's arm. Ron immediately latched on you, glaring at Rick, acting all tough like he wasn't hiding behind you.

~

It took a lot of negotiating, but you managed to get Rick to let bygones be bygones. To let Ron reside in Alexandria. Unfortunately, Ron was given tons of chores to make up for the attempted murder on Carl.

You sat on the crate, watching Ron tend to zucchini plants. Weeding around them, pulling off the ripe zucchinis, watering the plants.

“Look at you. A little farmer boy.” You teased, leaning forward on your hands.

Ron looked up, glaring at you. “Shut up. I don't see you helping– ow! Fuck! Why are these stupid wannabe cucumbers spiky?!”

You let out a soft laugh, standing up and walking over to him. He stared up at you, on his knees, eyes resembling a sad puppy's. He held his index finger in his left hand, clutching it tightly, still grimacing from the little prick of the plant.

Ron gently rested his chin against your tummy, staring up at you with adoring eyes. “...I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” You hummed, rubbing the soft dirty-blond hair, enjoying the new found softness since you allowed him to shower with you. It was his favorite part of the night, showering with you after your father went to bed or went on guard duty.

“No no no! Not too close!” Abraham yelled out from the platform against the wall, having been watching you two more than guarding.

~

You sat in Ron's lap, letting him press those sweet, eager little kisses on your neck and jaw. Ron wanted a little break from taking care of the crops, opting for a make out session. His favorite way to take a break.

His soft, slightly chapped lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his thumbs rubbing hearts on your hips, tongue poking out to tease your bottom lip. Ron would beg for entrance if he had to, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it– well, yeah. He wouldn't tell that to anyone but you.

Fingers carded in his hair, you tilted his head to the side a little, parting your lips for him. Ron practically whined, letting his tongue press against yours in an intimate caress. He tried to ignore the small tent in his jeans, focusing his attention on making sure you know just how much he loves you.

God. Ron could make out with forever he got the choice. The feeling of your lips against his, tongues rubbing against one another, drool from the corner of your mouths. It got him so fucking hot and–

“Hey! I don't want a grandbaby! Knock it off!” Abraham yelled from the platform, obviously pissed off from Ron's grabby hands and curious mouth.

You both pulled away abruptly, you climbing off of Ron's lap while he rubbed the spit from his lips. Ron tried to hide his disappointment, subtly shifting to adjust himself. You awkwardly cleared your throat, trying to diminish the embarrassment in the air.

“I'm, uh, I'm going to go see if Olivia needs help at the pantry. I'll– I'll see you later?” You started to back away, rubbing the back of your head while Ron stood up.

“Y-yeah! Um, later. Have fun.” Ron looked to the side, back at the fucking plants that needed so much assistant. You'd think for things that can create oxygen, they'd be more resilient.

Ron met your eyes with a small, goofy smile. God, you were the prettiest thing he's seen in his whole life. And you were his girlfriend? Never wake him up from this dream come true. Everything was perfect besides the occasional threat he got from Rick or Michonne.

“Bye baby.” You bid your little farewell, giving him a small wave before walking off.

Ron stood starstruck, watching you walk away– admiring you as you walked away. You were almost a block away already when Ron snapped back into it.

“Bye!”

[thebibliophile-ambs]

“I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.”

H.D. Carlton Haunting Adeline

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fwb! nate x sturniolo reader

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SUMMARY. the reader, who happens to be the triplets’ younger sister, has always had a crush on nate. she assumed she was alone in that feeling, until her and nate start messing around. they get closer and closer, while they sneak behind her brothers’ backs. but they can only hide from the inevitable for so long. in the end, the truth always comes out.

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