Season 4 Carl has a grab on me. Could please write a fic where Carl and Rick are in the house, Rick is unconscious, basically those episodes but when Michonne shows, she shows up with reader, whom Michonne found on her journey. Carl and reader become friends quite easily. Just a massive fluff. Pretty please, with a Dixon on top? 💕🙏
who's the cowboy? | c.g
genre : fluff !
summary : read request
a/n : i love this idea, thank you for requesting !!
i didn't really know how i ended up with michonne, i was just pacing up and down this abandoned house's hallway — and i had heard something clang on the road.
i was hesitant to check it out, but i'm glad i did.
me and michonne were walking down this narrow street. i think she is looking for someone, but i'm not sure, she seemed preoccupied.
"are you looking for someone?" i inquired, focusing on my feet planting themselves on the gravel whilst michonne tried to find a way to answer.
"yes, i'm looking for my friend. his name is rick. he has a son, too," she seemed melancholy about them, almost like one of them were dead — or something of the sort.
"oh — here we are, i think." her head angled upwards as she looked towards the house. it was scuffed up, dirt projected all over the sides from the roamers' hands scuffing it up.
"you think?" i asked, squinting as far as i could into the window of the door. i couldn't see anything, nor hear anything. probably not a good sign.
"can't be too sure these days, kid." was all she had said before promptly walking around the house's outside area — probably inspecting it.
i heard a sudden clang, which made me jump. michonne came straight over as it happened, and it was from inside the building.
suddenly there was some sort of indistinct yelling, it sounded from a kid. he sounded angry, too.
michonne seemed to recognize that voice immediately, most likely this “rick”s son of his.
she didnt have any problem with knocking now, her knuckles making a firm noise against the white wood.
i saw a head peek into the door's window, a pale faced boy with piercing eyes — dark, almost an upsetting shade of blue surrounding the middlest hue, bright and electrified.
his face seemed to light up as he saw michonne, he hadn't seemed to notice me yet though. he'd figure out soon enough anyway.
after various locks unclicked on the door, it swung open to reveal a couch shoved into the corner of the main room, probably just recently.
he had a sheriff's hat on his head, uneven and disheveled — probably from the yelling that occurred just a minute ago.
"who's the cowboy?" i half-joked, teasing him about his sheriffs hat. truthfully, it suited him quite well.
"his name is carl," michonne spoke up, introducing carl to myself and me to him before we all three entered the house.
he closed the door loudly prior to us entering, clicking the locks with a certain precision, probably signaling he had been here for quite some time already. or maybe he just got used to the locks.
michonne stayed by the older mans body — presumably this rick she had talked about. he looked dead, which explained carl's disheveled appearance.
"do you read comics?" carl finally asked after he caught me staring. not a good first impression, i thought silently.
"i read some, i usually don't have time for it, though." i answered simply.
"i have a few michonne got for me. wanna see?" he voiced, seeming to get more comfortable with me as the seconds ticked on.
"yeah, sure." i squinted, following carl to one of the other rooms to check out his comic collection — or what was left, at least.
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it had been at least an hour of me and carl talking about comics together before michonne interrupted him in the middle of an X-Men comic he had grown quite passionate about.
"carl," she started as she poked her head into the doorframe rather eagerly, saying both of our names. "you guys hungry?"
me and carl shared a glance before nodding, his smile infectious and spreading to my face almost instantly.
as me and carl ate, we had laughed about numerous things. stupid stuff like milk dribbling down carls chin as he ate eagerly, or my obnoxious laugh as he did so. it was refreshing, i had missed that burning sensation in my cheeks from smiling.
i had said something that caused michonne to chip in and laugh as well. they both seemed to forget about ricks figure on the plush couch.
well, they couldn't now — i saw his frame move. either he was a roamer now, or he had magically woke up.
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"i don't think i've heard him laugh like that since — well, for a while." i heard rick murmur as carl began to laugh again.
"well — this one time, i had a friend in like second grade, right? i had tried his lactose free milk and i almost puked!" exaggeration seeped into his voice, but it was too funny not to start laughing along with him.
this conversation had started when michonne offered for carl to try this lactose free milk, cue his story.
"seriously? you almost puked? i doubt that," michonne chuckled, watching the both of us laugh along with her.
"no! i'm not lying, it was horrible!" he puncuated each word, making a vomiting sound at the end of his sentence.
that caused us to laugh even more — even rick ended up joining in eventually.
note : i LOVED writing this so very much !! thank you again for this request, i appreciate it :)
for the prompts, could you do “are you... wearing anything?” with rick? either male reader or gender neutral, whichever you feel like :)
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a/n : thank you for the request lovely! also sorry for how short this was,,, i wrote this at 3am
pairing: rick grimes x male reader
warnings: reader has hangover, reference to nsfw, the usual !
as i woke up my head felt dizzy, my eyes reluctantly fluttering open. i stretched, my feet shaking as i did so. god that always felt so good.
soon after, i realized the other side of my bed had a weight on it.
looking over, i realized it was rick.
oh, that's why my head hurts.
now my blistering headache made perfect sense.
as i moved to wake him, my sheets wrapped around my leg. damn these comfortable ass sheets.
i maneuvered my legs for a few moments to escape from them, finally freeing my legs.
my head pulsed again as i swung my feet over the edge of the bed — finally realizing i was fully nude.
what the fuck?
i glance over to rick and he was too, his tan shoulders shining in the early morning sunlight.
i tried to nudge him awake again, but he didnt even move at all. he looked dead almost, but i was assured he wasn't by his dramatic sigh.
he's still just as dramatic when he's asleep, i guess.
after a few minutes of me spaced out — staring at his wall in front of me — he finally woke up.
i was faced away from him so i didn't register it until his voice rang out, that accent chipping my ears.
"are you... wearing anything?" was the first question.
"uh, no, actually. seems like you assisted me on that, rick," i let out a chuckle, which i regretted soon after because it made my head pulse.
he chuckled back, sitting up as i recently did. he flattened his curls, trying to tame the hair that seemed to be the only physical result of last night.
well, i was wrong. as he sat up, i saw a large purpling, yellowy mark on his neck. damn — when did i become a fucking werewolf? that thing was huge.
i realized about a half second later there were a few more littered down his muscled abdomen.
"do you remember what happened? last night, i mean," i decided to ask. i was curious, but i had an idea of what it could be.
"i mean.. do i have to say it?" he half-chuckled, looking me up and down for a split second.
"you worried what your pals are gonna say?" i teased. we've had sex before... but this seemed to be a little more intimate than the previous ones.
this time, he stayed in my bed. he didn't leave like he usually did — exiting quietly before dawn had erupted through the windows.
"no, not at all," he walked over to me, still nude (which... i was not complaining.) and planted a kiss on the top of my head.
i could barely feel it — but warmth tingled through my body as if i had.
loosely inspired by "pretty boy" by the neighbourhood!
genre : fluff !
summary : reader & carl take turns describing how they see eachother in their eyes, or eye in carls case. fluff ensues !
a/n : sorry if this sucks !!! i havent written in forever, so it might be a bit ooc :(
"i have an idea," carl shifted on the carpeted floor, watching judith play with her makeshift toys in the corner of his eye.
"shoot, and not literally," i joke shortly, chuckling as carl seems to stare into my soul with his eye. it's scary how he can do that.
"we should describe eachother. not like how an outsider would see it.. but the way we see eachother. it sounds fun, you in?" he inquires, tilting his head the same damn way his dad does.
"i can go first," he says as i stay silent. i nod my head as an internal battle begins in my head. what if i mess up? what if i say the wrong thing?
"i think you are pretty. and not just outside," he pauses as his voice cracks a bit. he clears his throat to continue, "the way you look at judith like she's your own sister, the way you care for people that dont even know you."
carl seemed to hesitate continuing.
"i can go next," i murmur as my throat seems to close up. the walls felt like they were closing in, but one look into carl's eye and everything was fine again.
i didn't know how to start, so i just decided to act rational and hope for the best.
"you're calm and warm, everything about you is warm," i paused. "i hope that makes sense," i whispered.
"it does," was all carl said. out the corner of my eye, i saw his slender hand snake towards mine. i decided to be oblivious, hoping to make the moment better for him.
i felt the warm skin against my hand, heat flushing to my face as carl smirked. his sideways smile always gave me butterflies.
out the window of carls room, i saw the sun setting down into the horizon line. it was quiet today, no accidents and rick didnt even interrupt them.
i glanced over to judith, she was asleep against the blanket wall we had made for her. she looked peaceful. she always did when she slept.
carl cleared his throat. it seemed like he wanted to say something, but i decided not to push too hard and just stay next to him.
"something is quiet about today," i said after a few deafening moments of silence.
he turned to me slightly, his eye outlined by the ray of light peeking through the window.
"were you.. serious earlier?" he inquired. i wasnt sure what part he meant, i had said a lot earlier. even before the game.
"which part?" i asked, turning towards him slightly. our hands were still intertwined, pinkies holding eachother like we'd held hands before.
"the part where you said i was warm. i have one eye, how can i be warm?" i heard his voice shake ever so slightly.
sometimes i forgot he was just a kid when his eye was shot out.
"yes, i meant it. every part." i whispered tightening my grip on his hand ever so slightly.
a grin grew on his face, that lopsided smile giving me butterflies as always.
"even with one eye, you're gorgeous." i furrow my eyebrows together as his smile grows just a tinge bigger.
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pretty boy, you did this with me, boy. now it's all about to end.
— 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!! no smut, super short because im supposed to be on hiatus but i felt like a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴
loosely inspired by the lyrics “ is it wrong? is it wrong? makin' out with you while you're singing your song. playin' your guitar and it's turnin' me on. ”
rick had always had the most soothing singing voice — at least to me. the way his accent had billowed to my ears like smoke, it always sounded similar to a lullaby.
when he sang to judith on the rare occasion, it was like a dream. the dream you get everything you've ever desired — and after it you see everything through rose colored glasses. everything seems lighter. it reminds me of that because, even if just for a moment, i felt safe. even in this post apocalyptic world that can remind me of a hellhole sometimes.
even when he talked, his voice felt like bathing in the brightest, calmest sunlight. even before we had gotten together — he talked. so softly. i wanted to get on my knees then, just watch him look down at me whilst talking at me as if i was a dog.
and i don't mean that in a suggestive manner. i want him to act like he owns me, because i would let him own me if it was my choice. i want him to make the world just ours, act like we're the only two left on it.
sometimes it can be suggestive, though. sometimes i want to lay down and take him as he talks to me until i can't anymore and —
the loud clanging of the front door interrupted my pleasing thoughts. at least i dont have to imagine rick here now, i thought to myself.
"hey, baby," rick's voice echoed from the hallway as he walked towards me. i subconsciously focused on his hips — god how they moved just made me want to tell him to do whatever he wanted to me.
"hey," our lips touched soon after, the warmth spreading down and well, elsewhere. it was embarrassing to admit how much strength he held over me.
"eyes on me, hm? what's wrong with you today? you look.. outta it," he murmured, his nose buried into my hair.
"nothin', just a bit distracted is all," i lied straight through my teeth, i wanted him to take me right here and talk me through it — i just wanted him.
"i know just how to make you feel better, baby," he whispered, the shiver tickling down my spine sharply.
he unbuckled my belt, the clatter against the floor making me realize just what was happening. "are you sure?" i whined as he continued to strip me.
"mm-hmm, you're all pent up," he grinned against my skin as he heard me already so desperate for hands all over me.
— i felt freaky... IM STILL ON HIATUS but i got inspired 🤫
