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Nothing bad ever happens to the grimes family
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Nothing bad ever happens to the grimes family
Daryl and Judith :-)
The Grimes siblings!!
Did you know the writers were thinking about killing Carl off at some point? I'm so glad they didn't, because that would have really undermined one of the main themes of the show ❤️
THE WALKING DEAD (2010-2022) | Lil' & Big Asskicker
Did this studio a while ago, didn't like it much but whatever.
pleaseeee write for carl grimes! like headcannons or anything
okay so I've never written head cannons before sooooo idkkk :)
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Protective AF. Like, boy has SEEN too much. You so much as get a scratch, and he’s demanding who did it, how it happened, and if they need to be “talked to.”
Slow to open up emotionally, but once he does? You get to see that rare soft side he barely even lets Judith see? He’ll lay his head in your lap and mumble that you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
Overthinks everything. Sometimes you'll catch him staring into space, and you’re like “What’s wrong?” and it’s literally him planning how he’d get you out safely if walkers broke in while you were sleeping.
Acts like he’s fine, until you press him. And then the walls crumble, and he lets out all that grief, fear, anger… but only with you.
He’s not overly affectionate in public, but lowkey clingy when it's just the two of you. He's constantly brushing your hair back, squeezing your hand, resting his hand on your thigh.
Neck kisses. He acts casual but gets super flustered when you kiss under his jaw or collarbone.
Will absolutely pull you behind him with one arm when danger’s near, even if you’re armed and capable. That’s just his instinct.
Forehead touches instead of full kisses sometimes. That intense, silent kind of love. Nose brushing, eyes locked. You’re the calm in his storm.
You’re ride or die. Like, he needs someone who’s tough enough to survive but soft enough to remind him he’s still human.
Lots of quiet bonding. Sitting on watch together, sharing snacks in silence, leaning against each other during campfires. The apocalypse doesn’t leave much room for grand dates, so small moments become everything.
He likes teaching you things—like how to shoot better, how to read trails, how to take care of wounds. It makes him feel useful and connected.
Sometimes you fight. He gets reckless, especially if you’re in danger. He'd throw himself into fire just to save you. It scares you both.
When you fight, he usually storms off, but always comes back with guilt in his eyes, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, mumbling, “I’m sorry, I just... I can’t lose you too.”
He lets you wear his sheriff’s hat when you're feeling down. That’s huge.
Would kill a walker and bring you back something weird like, “Thought this necklace looked kinda like you. It’s not bloody.”
He talks to Judith about you. Like, “Don’t you think she’s the prettiest?” even though she can’t talk back yet.
If he ever found an old Polaroid camera, he’d risk using film to get a picture of you just so he can keep it in his pocket and stare at it when he’s out on runs.
Carl genuinely believes he won’t live a long life. So he loves you hard but with a quiet kind of desperation, like he’s afraid it’s all temporary.
He worries more about what will happen to you if he dies than himself. You being alone? That’s his worst nightmare.
He’d try to break things off once, thinking it would protect you. But he couldn’t handle seeing you cry. He caved. He kissed you like it was the end of the world and swore never to let you go again.
FUN IN THE BARN
CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER
𝜗𝜚 A/N - VERY SURPRISING DROP, SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHOLE MONTH😭 lowkey boring smut but 🤷♀️. I really wanna write some jaw dropping, horny ass smut soon so give me ideas :)
𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and Carl go out to check out a barn for food for Alexandria, and things get a little… heated. And somehow, Daryl knows????
𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, use of Y/N, unprotected P in V
AGED UP CARL
The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow across the landscape as Carl and you trudged through the overgrown field towards the old barn. Alexandria's supplies were dwindling, and this place was our last hope for finding food before nightfall.
"I can't believe Rick agreed to send us out this late," you grumbled, your bow and quiver bumping against your back with each step. "It's almost sundown."
Carl glanced over at you, his almond-shaped eyes filled with determination. "We'll be fine, Y/N. We've done this plenty of times before."
You nodded, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of running into walkers. Especially with Carl. Ever since you’d met Carl on your farm when he got shot, he'd grown into a handsome young man - tall, lean, with a chiseled jawline and messy black hair that constantly fell into his face. And those eyes... you caught myself staring more than once.
Focus, Y/N.
You guys reached the barn, its wooden walls weathered and worn. Carl kicked open the door, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun. "Let's make this quick."
You followed him inside, your heart pounding in your chest. The musty scent of old hay filled the air. Rays of fading sunlight streamed through cracks in the walls, illuminating dust particles floating through the space.
Carl began searching through the dusty corners while you climbed up to the loft, scanning for anything edible. You spotted a few cans tucked away and reached for them, your foot catching on a loose board. You stumbled forward, your hand gripping the edge of the loft to catch yourself.
Suddenly, Carl was there, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. "Careful," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.
You turned to face him, your bodies pressed close. His eyes darkened as they met yours, full of unspoken desire. Your pulse quickened, a rush of heat spreading through you.
"Carl..." you whispered, your lips just inches from his.
He closed the gap, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as your tongues danced. He pushed you against the wall of the loft, his hands roaming over your curves.
You gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a path of fire in their wake. "We shouldn't..." you breathed, even as you arched into his touch.
"We will," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you for so long..."
He crashed his mouth back to yours as he hiked up your shirt. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him. Your clothes fell away until you both were skin against skin, touching and exploring every inch of each other.
Carl lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You cried out, your head falling back as he filled you completely. He started a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside you.
"Yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop..."
He captured your mouth again as he drove into you harder, faster. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, lost in pleasure. You could feel your release building, the coil winding tighter and tighter.
"Y/N," Carl groaned against your lips. "Come for me..."
His words were your undoing. You shattered around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over you. He followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck as he found his own release.
You two stayed locked together, catching your breath in the fading light. Carl pressed a soft kiss to your lips before carefully setting you back on my feet.
"We should probably head back," you said reluctantly, already missing the feel of him inside you.
He nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
You grinned, straightening your clothes. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
You guys gathered what supplies you two could find and made your way back to Alexandria under the cover of darkness. As you slipped inside the gates, Daryl stepped out of the shadows, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Have fun in the barn?" he asked, his tone full of innuendo.
You felt your cheeks heat but kept walking, Carl chuckling behind you.
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You Are My Sunshine
Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader
Rick thought he had lost his daughter — and the woman he loved — until he saw them standing in the middle of the road.
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The first night it was just you and the baby, you didn’t cry.
You wanted to.
God, you wanted to.
But Judith was already crying enough for the both of you.
The smoke from the prison still felt like it was in your lungs. The fences had fallen. The gunshots. The screaming. The chaos of running and losing sight of people in the trees.
Rick had been ahead of you.
Then he wasn’t.
Then no one was.
And suddenly it was just you— and Judith.
You held her tight against your chest as you ran. She was so small. So warm. Too quiet at first. Then too loud.
“Shh,” you whispered breathlessly as you ducked behind a fallen tree. “I know, baby. I know.”
The woods felt endless.
Walkers groaned somewhere in the distance.
You pressed your forehead to hers, heart hammering. You didn’t know where Rick was. Didn’t know if he was alive. Didn’t know if anyone was.
All you knew was this:
Judith was.
And that meant you had to be.
You adjusted her in your arms and stood again.
“Okay,” you murmured, swallowing your fear. “It’s just us.”
—
The days blurred together.
You learned how to balance her weight while holding a knife in your other hand. Learned how to move quietly even when she whimpered. Learned which abandoned houses still had formula and which ones had already been stripped clean.
You barely slept.
When you did, it was sitting upright against a wall, Judith tucked against your chest, your arm wrapped around her like a shield.
You stopped talking much.
Stopped thinking too far ahead.
It was easier that way.
You didn’t let yourself imagine Rick dead.
But you didn’t let yourself imagine him alive either.
Hope was dangerous.
One afternoon, you found an old farmhouse with a working rocking chair on the porch.
You hadn’t meant to stay long.
But Judith was restless.
And you were so, so tired.
You sank into the chair, boots still on, knife within reach, and adjusted her against you. She squirmed, face scrunching as she started to cry again.
Your heart cracked a little.
“I know,” you whispered, brushing your fingers gently over her cheek. “I know, sweetheart.”
You didn’t even realize you were singing at first.
It just slipped out of you, quiet and soft.
“You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…”
The wind moved through the fields beyond the porch.
“You make me happy… when skies are gray…”
Judith’s cries began to fade.
“You’ll never know, dear… how much I love you…”
Your voice trembled slightly, but you kept going.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away…”
By the end, Judith was quiet.
Her tiny hand curled into the fabric of your shirt.
You closed your eyes for just a moment.
It was just you and her now.
And if that’s all the world had left for you, then you would protect it.
No matter what.
—
When you found Tyreese and Carol, you almost didn’t believe it was real.
Tyreese froze when he saw you step out from the trees, Judith bundled tightly in your arms.
For a split second, he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Judith?” he breathed.
You nodded, throat tight. “She’s alive.”
The relief that crossed his face nearly knocked you over.
Carol moved forward slowly, her sharp eyes scanning you first— making sure you weren’t bitten, weren’t bleeding.
Then she looked at Judith.
“She’s been with you this whole time?” Carol asked quietly.
You nodded again.
“It’s just been us.”
Tyreese stepped closer carefully, like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast.
“She’s strong,” he said softly.
You looked down at her sleeping face.
“No,” you whispered. “She’s just stubborn.”
They shared a look.
The three of you stayed together after that.
But even then, even with them beside you, it still felt like it was just you and Judith.
You were the one who woke when she cried.
The one who fed her.
The one who sang to her.
You didn’t mean to drift from the others.
You just… didn’t know how to be anything else anymore.
—
Rick had stopped allowing himself to hope.
After Terminus. After the train car. After the blood and fire and escape.
He had held it together for Carl.
But when he thought about Judith—
When he thought about you—
His chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside.
He saw you both in his sleep.
Saw you running.
Saw walkers closing in.
Saw himself arriving too late.
He hadn’t told anyone that part.
Hadn’t told Carl that some nights he woke up convinced he had failed you both.
Again.
So when they reached that stretch of road and saw figures ahead—
Rick didn’t breathe.
He saw Tyreese first.
Then Carol.
Then—
You.
You were standing in the middle of the road, thinner than before. Dirt streaked across your face. Hair pulled back messily.
Judith was in your arms.
Alive.
Rick stopped walking.
His heart stuttered painfully in his chest.
You turned.
Your eyes met his.
For a second, neither of you moved.
You looked like you didn’t believe it either.
Then Judith made a small sound.
And that broke whatever invisible barrier was between you.
Rick ran.
He didn’t think. Didn’t care who was watching. Didn’t care about pride or composure.
He reached you in seconds, hands coming up to cradle your face.
“You’re alive,” he breathed.
You let out a sound that was half sob, half laugh.
“You’re alive,” you whispered back.
Judith squirmed between you, tiny hands grabbing at his shirt.
Rick’s eyes flicked down to her.
And he lost it.
A broken sound left his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“I thought—” He couldn’t even finish.
You shook your head quickly, tears spilling now. “She’s okay. She’s okay.”
Rick’s hands slid from your face to the back of your neck as he pulled you into him.
And then he kissed you.
Hard.
Desperate.
Like he had almost lost you and couldn’t bear the thought of it happening again.
You clutched at his shirt with one hand, the other still steadying Judith between you.
When he pulled back, his hands were shaking.
He looked down at his daughter again.
“Hey,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Hey, little one.”
Judith stared up at him.
Alive.
Warm.
Real.
Rick pressed his lips to the top of her head.
Then he looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And something in his expression shifted.
You hadn’t just survived.
You had protected his daughter.
You had kept her alive.
And he would never forget that.
—
Alexandria felt unreal at first.
Walls.
Running water.
Beds.
For weeks, you kept Judith’s things packed.
You slept lightly.
Knife under the pillow.
But slowly, the quiet began to feel less threatening.
One afternoon, Rick stepped into the house and stopped at the sound of soft singing.
He followed it down the hall.
Judith was crying in the nursery.
And you were there.
Rocking her gently in your arms, swaying slightly near the window where golden sunlight filtered through the curtains.
“You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…”
Rick leaned against the doorway silently.
“You make me happy… when skies are gray…”
Judith’s cries softened.
“You’ll never know, dear… how much I love you…”
Your voice was steady.
Soft.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away…”
Rick felt something warm and aching bloom in his chest.
He watched the way Judith’s tiny fingers curled into your shirt.
The way your cheek brushed against her hair.
The way you looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
And he realized something that both terrified and steadied him at the same time.
He didn’t just see you as the woman who survived with his daughter.
He saw you as family.
As home.
As the future.
Judith’s eyes drifted closed.
You kept humming softly.
Rick stepped into the room quietly.
You looked up, surprised.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He just reached out and brushed his knuckles gently along Judith’s tiny arm.
“She likes that song,” he murmured.
You smiled faintly. “It calms her.”
He looked at you instead of her.
“It calms me too.”
Your breath caught slightly.
Rick hesitated.
Then he said, voice low and thoughtful,
“You ever think about… more?”
You tilted your head. “More?”
He swallowed.
“A family,” he clarified softly.
Your heart skipped.
You glanced down at Judith, then back up at him.
“We already are one,” you said gently.
Rick stepped closer.
His hand came up, resting carefully at your waist.
“I know,” he said. “I just… when I see you with her…”
He trailed off.
You searched his face.
“When you see me with her what?”
His thumb brushed slowly against your side.
“I see somethin’ I didn’t think I’d ever have again.”
Your throat tightened.
“And what’s that?”
Rick leaned his forehead against yours.
“Hope.”
Silence settled between you.
Judith slept peacefully in your arms.
Outside, Alexandria was quiet.
Safe.
Rick pressed a soft kiss to your lips this time— nothing desperate, nothing frantic.
Just certain.
“You’re my sunshine,” he murmured quietly.
Your chest warmed.
“You and her both.”
And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel like something to fear.
It felt like something to build.
Together.