#ron twd

[pinksscarl]

▐ You’ve survived out in the wild for 2 months before eventually meeting Rick Grimes and his family. You and their group ended up staying in a place called ‘Alexandria’ for a few months, life was better with them. A guy you knew became curious about your life, you shared info about your father and warned him but he brushed the warning off. Little did he know he needed that warning.

✦| Reader is Negan’s daughter, Teenage crushes, Ron(yes Ron lived) and Enid are dating, Maggie and Glenn KINDA take in the reader as their own, gun violence, child endangerment.

You and these people have grown surprisingly close. your father always told you to act superior to those in your area, that they’d be your “workers.” You never listened— and your glad that you didn’t.

It’s been a few months since you’ve been with Rick Grimes and his group. They took you in pretty fast after asking three questions that you answered honestly. You’ve killed 237 zombies, One person, and it was self defense. Nobody asked you about parental figures because they assumed they could be dead.

Eventually you guys all ended up in a place called Alexandria. The place sounded familiar..as if you’ve heard it before but you never questioned it. The people were kind but became a lot better once under Rick’s guidance.

A lot has went down, death..zombies..and the guy you talk to the most lost an eye. He now views himself as ugly but to you he still looks as gorgeous as ever. Luckily y’all’s other two friends Ron and Enid survived the attack. Ron claims shooting Carl in the eye was a misunderstanding, that he wanted to shoot Rick for the loss of his entire family.

The boy convinced people to forgive him but now is watched over. Right now you sat in Carl’s room while he was in the bathroom.

The sunlight gleaming onto your face, blending in with half of you. It was still early in the morning but you were still longing for sleep. Your body stretched and twirled around in the bed trying to figure out a way to stay up, but the body needs the rest.

Your body almost claimed victory until a door creaking woke you up instantly. You shot up and turned around locking eyes with the sheriff’s kid, Carl Grimes. Carl suspected you to be here since you’ve been showing up either late at night or extremely early in the mornings everyday.

The boy let out a small laugh at your immediate reaction as he sat down on his bed next to you. He leaned back onto the headboard and kept one leg on the bed while the other dangled. It was obvious he just got done changing or looking at his bandage since it looked very newly placed..though a little crooked.

Your gaze shifted before he could realize you were staring. It was no secret that Carl despised his eye. When he woke up after the incident, Carl refused to look anyone in the eyes expect for the woman that was taking care of his injuries.

There was an awkward silence between you two before you spoke up. “..Are you still mad?” Even though you weren’t looking at the guy, you could feel his eye piercing through your skin.

“At Ron? Who isn’t?” Carl spoke with a sharp tone but still a hint of calmness in his voice. He could probably yell at anyone for asking that question but never you.

“Right..dumb question.” You tried to sink into the bed hoping you’d drown in it and never see someone again. The movement you were doing seemed to make Carl less upset. He leaned closer to you and gave a soft genuine smile.

“I didn’t say that. It’s reasonable to ask since we got along when we first met but..he was after my dad. That’s unforgivable.” His voice carried comfort and softness through your body.

Eventually he turned back onto his back and faced the ceiling, you did the same. The two of you do this so much it’s basically a morning routine.. staying like this until Rick or Michonne come knocking.

“Now it’s my turn to ask something.”

You looked at the boy, his attention still on the ceiling but his thoughts were filled with millions of questions.

“Alright..shoot your shot.” A tiny laugh escaped.

“What really happened to your family? I know none of us have ever asked but..i’m curious.”

Your chest started to sting. The family you once stayed with wasn’t a topic you thought about in a while. You were terrified to tell the guy but..he deserved to know. Everyone did.

You sat up on the bed, pulling your knees up against your chest with a sigh. Next to you, Carl rested himself on one arm to prop himself up.

“Well..” you started. “My mom died early during the apocalypse. It was suicide..at least that’s what my dad said. He said she overdosed on her pills.” Your expression saddened and your words were interrupted with small voice cracks. One’s that didn’t go unnoticed.

Before Carl could respond, you started back up again. “My dad..he’s still here but evil i guess. He runs some type of community where he claims everyone’s safe. Though in order to get those people..he does something bad.”

“Like.?”

“He kills the innocent. He wants people to fear and surrender their lives to working for him.” Tears threatened to form but you refused to let them out, not with him next to you.

“..We can save those people can’t we?” Carl sat up. “It’s not impossibl—”

“No!” You shouted, catching Carl off guard. “People have tried.” You reached out grabbing the boy’s hands and pulling them close.

“Trust me. Please.” Your voice cracked, eyes glossy with tears that were almost out.

There was a long pause. You stared at your hands but Carl’s gaze remained on your face. He still thought that they could possibly take on your father and his people but didn’t dare to say it out loud, not around you.

“okay..” he agreed silently and his head nodded. “we’ll make sure to keep our distance. I’ll even tell my father about it.” A smile rose upon his face. The boy moved a small part of your hair and lifted your chin so you’d make eye contact.

“I trust you. Now you need to trust me.”

Right as you started to nod the door finally swung open, just around the same time as usual. This time it was Maggie with a baby Judith in her hands. She let out a small “coo” while reaching out and waving.

Time went on and the day went on like any other day since you’ve arrived. You were out gardening with Maggie and Carl. The only noise that could be heard was the wind blowing past your ears and..carl’s small laughs? You shifted your attention to the guy who held a small grin on his face, he was already looking right at you.

“What? is there something on my face?” You started to lift your hands but he was quicker, carl reached and stopped you.

“no no, just something i remembered from yesterday.” he smiled.

“right..” you didn’t believe him but it was fine. There was another moment of silence before Carl spoke back up.

“so..about your dad.” you turned to him as he spoke. “is he really as bad as you say?”

You couldn’t figure out why he was bringing it up again. a small ache started to form in your chest and you bit your cheek. “uh..yeah. he’s not really someone i like to talk about anymore because of it.”

“he hasn’t always been the best.” you mumbled.

Carl was quick to notice your discomfort. He nodded slowly not wanting to push you, and because of Maggie who seemed to be ease dropping.

A few weeks have went by since your last talk. Many things have changed. Right now you were out with Enid and Ron. You guys couldn’t go too far out due to some circumstances that nobody bothered to tell you guys about because of “trust issues.”

You three stopped at an abandoned gas station for any possible leftover food.

“Just like i said earlier, there’s nothing here.” Ron scoffed as he walked through the empty shelves. Every other place you guys went to was empty, it was no surprise that this place was too.

You turned to look at him. “Don’t give up, If they can find food in random places then i’m sure we’ll find a gas station that has stuff.”

“Are you thinking before you speak!? They’ve looked through every area close to alexandria, there is NOTHING here.” Ron yelled as he got closer to you. If carl was here he would’ve been quick to push the guy away..but he wasn’t.

“You don’t know that! Rick and his group don’t always come here!”

“Stop acting like you know Rick and those people!”

The two of you were practically yelling at each other. Enid desperately tried to shut you guys up because any close walkers would’ve heard and been on their way by now.

“I know them more than you!”

“Clearly you don’t!”

You guys kept screaming over each other, it got chaotic. It wasn’t until a gunshot fired that made you guys stop. You both turned to enid who seemed just as confused but frightened.

“what was-..” Ron started before another shot rang out. This time it bursted through a broken window and hit you straight in the chest.

You let out a loud cry as people started running in. People you’ve never seen..at least you thought so.

Guys started grabbing at the three of you guys not giving a damn if it hurt or not. Your vision blurred as you were pulled up and dragged into a van.

Before you knew it, your body got thrown in along with your two friends. The light from the sun quickly disappeared as the doors slammed close along with your eyes.

Nobody knew how long you were out. When your eyes opened again you were patched up but outside. It was no longer daytime yet there was still light coming from all around. It took a moment to realize you were surrounded by vehicles and many men. Not only that but Rick Grimes and his crew were lined up by you.

Slowly..your memory started to restore. It all made sense now. Your dad.

Your father must’ve read your mind or something because before you knew it, he came out of his van swinging around the bat that horrified you. You knew the horrible things it could do..but it was already too late to stop it.

“Hello babygirl.” your dad had a wicked grin form on his face, you felt many many eyes turn towards you.

[qcherrie]

SHE - HERO,,

— c. grimes x reader !

SYNOPSIS. in which carl grimes sneaks out to visit his best friend and finally works up the courage to do something about his feelings.

WC. 1890

! standing alexandria au

! loser carl

! CITRUS SCALE - lime.

AT THE END of every day, regardless of how joyful it had been, Carl Grimes found himself alone.

For a while, he laid in bed, blinking his eye deliriously up at the ceiling, one hand absentmindedly curling around his bedsheets like a clutch. He waited for sleep to overcome his hot body, beads of sweat from a days worth of work sliding down his back and soaking the mattress underneath him. A clock ticked once, twice, three times in the corner of the room.

Carl’s face twisted into something resembling a scowl, rolling onto his left side and ripping his shirt off as if it had personally offended him.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty, and the noise of cicadas cooing in the near distance made it impossible to rest easily. Carl ran two shaky hands over his face, feeling the creases of disgruntlement on his fingertips, and sat upright to fuel the lamp on his nightstand. He shifted, sheets rustling as he crossed his legs at the ankle, his bare back resting heavily against the headboard behind him. Carl let out a huff of displeasure, head lolling backwards. His wound itched beneath the gauze around his head. The simple throb of it, the gush of unknown substance underneath the medical tape, sent a jolt of alarm through his body. Carl took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let himself care when he knew he was too exhausted to do anything about it.

9:00 P.M. flashed before his eyes. Carl had dozed off, stirring amidst restless sleep. He had dreamt of something strange and unusual, but he couldn’t remember what exactly it was.

His sweat was cold now. It stuck his legs to the fitted blue sheet as he slid off the bed, sock’d feet touching irritatingly warm floors. His wound ached as it had before. Carl’s eye flickered to the clock on the wall and read 1:12 A.M. in a sleepy haze. From there, his body moved on its own accord.

Carl tied his boots and threw on one of Rick’s old shirts without thinking. He packed his bag, yawning, clouding his good eye with reflex tears. He stuffed snacks, a pack of cigarettes, a spare flannel, and two Invincible comics that Michonne had gifted him.

Carl’s hands worked diligently, fingers curling around the soft paper of the comic as he peered around his bedroom. The clock droned on, still ticking periodically, adding a dramatic flare to the moment as Carl’s gaze locked in on rubber wrapped in foil. A square object – no, the square object – of modern manhood. Protection in a pretty silver package. A Trojan brand condom.

The story behind it was stupid. In a rushed moment of adolescence, Carl had dug through Glenn’s stash, tossed it onto his nightstand, and never touched it again (though, he thought about it often. Very often). He peered upon it now, swallowing thickly, before tossing his arm towards it and shoving it into his pocket. He moved shamefully, as if there was someone there to judge him.

The walk to Y/N’s house was brief but tumultuous (not really, but it feels that way when you’re running on four hours of shitty sleep and a half can of beer from dinner). He didn’t knock when he arrived. Instead, he did the second-worst thing he could have done — he stood there dumbly, feet shuffling on the front porch.

After discussing it with himself in his head, Carl’s hand curled around the doorknob. He turned it and lightly pushed, moonshine spilling serenely into the preexisting calm of Y/N’s kitchen. The door barely shut behind him as his boots thumped heartily against her flooring, carrying him into the hallway just past the living room. He navigated the space as if he owned it. The only signifier that he was breaking-and-entering was the tinge of guilt sprawled between the creases of boredom running along his cheeks.

Carl swung Y/N’s door open with much more gusto than moments before.

Luckily for him, she sat perched on her bed, eyes wide awake and alert.

“Carl?” She spoke, amusement seeping into her stern tone.

“Hi.” He spoke dumbly.

Y/N rolled her eyes and rested back against her bed. “What are you doing here?” Carl stiffened and creeped further into the room. He silently shunned himself, internally questioning his every move.

“Need you to clean my eye.”

Y/N softened a fraction and pointed towards her bathroom. Carl blinked and stuttered before hauling his bag onto her bed and carrying himself into her bathroom. He felt slightly more tense than before. This wasn’t Y/N’s family bathroom, no – this was her personal space. This was a bathroom with a small bathtub and a toilet with a sink, cluttered with her personal belongings. The mirror had corny messages written in Sharpie — he recognized Enid’s handwriting and almost grinned — and polaroids of her and her girlfriends held onto it with gaff tape. It felt invasive for any man to be in there, let alone himself. He sighed as she followed him in, turning and resting his lower back against the sink countertop.

“It’s, like, super girly in here.” Carl commented, regretting the words as soon as they left his throat.

“Perfect place for you, then.” Y/N mused. Carl felt a pang of something sour in his heart before laughter bubbled out of his chest. “Hey! I’m very manly.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she retracted an assortment of medical supplies from her cabinet. “In what sense?”

Carl stammered a response. He was sure she wasn’t listening.

She ignored the way his breath hitched as she removed his eyepatch, wincing at the angry red that lie underneath.

“Fuck…” She sounded somewhat disgusted. Carl’s heart dropped to his stomach like ice into a glass of water, bobbing way down for a second before settling icily on top.

“What?”

“Just… pus. Lots of it.”

Suddenly, Carl understood. She wasn’t disgusted with him, but rather, with the healing process of the wound. It all made sense, and the ice in the glass melted, a lukewarm sense of neutralization tucking his heart right back into his chest.

“Oh.” He said, half-relieved and half-worried. “Is pus okay?”

“It’s normal for a wound like this. Still gross though.”

“Mm.”

His good eye looked everywhere but her as she dabbed at his socket. Without warning, she pressed a cotton ball against the rim of it, the searing pain of hydrogen peroxide triggering his fight or flight.

“Shit, Y/N/N–”

“Chill.”

And then, he looked.

Suddenly, he felt the swell of her breasts brush against his clavicle. Her free hand rested on the edge of the countertop beside his hip, effectively caging him in. Her lips parted slightly as she worked, and the hair at the crown of her head flowed gently with the rush of the AC.

Carl hadn’t realized how beautiful she was until this moment, blue eyes peering into her [e.c] ones. He blinked as she placed a fresh pad over the wound, fastening it with tape before wrapping new gauze around it.

“Good job. You barely even flinched.”

Good job. Good job, she said.

The words went straight to Carl’s crotch. He sucked in a harsh breath and pushed his way out of the bathroom, adjusting his jeans with pink hued cheeks. He heard her scoff behind him and scolded himself for liking it.

“Ibroughtcomics.” He blurted, tossing them onto the bed before sitting on the edge of it, his hands (conveniently) settling on his lap to cover his… situation. Y/N shut off her bathroom light and walked lightly to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “Sweet.”

She picked up a copy of Invincible and began reading, her eyes drifting over the pages with ease and comfort. Carl sucked in a breath as a strand of her hair fell serenely over her face.

It hit him all at once.

Y/N, sat on her own bed, reading a comic that Carl had brought to her. Here, in her own space, she had let him in. She had peered at the ugliest part of him, watched him humiliate himself with a pathetic hard-on, and still chose to sit and enjoy his hobbies with him.

Carl Grimes was fucking besotted.

Eventually, he had rolled onto his stomach, opening the second comic he’d brought and getting immersed in the story to distract from the clutter of his mind. Y/N’s soft, steady breathing beside him served as an anchor, helping him keep his heart rate at an acceptable pace.

“Ew,” Y/N whispered. Carl’s head turned to look at her. “What?” He asked comfortably.

“You didn’t tell me there was romance.”

“So? It’s just kissing.” Carl laughed at her.

“This is a superhero series. I’m not here to watch them eyefuck and make out.”

Carl blushed, but chuckled at her nonetheless. He shook his head as she shut her comic. “You’re not even gonna finish it?”

Y/N didn’t respond, settling beside him. She rested her cheek on her palm, elbow nestled into the pillow. Her legs curled towards Carl’s, her knee brushing the apex of his thigh teasingly. Carl swallowed before shutting his own comic and laying on his back, head turned towards her.

That alone was a brave thing for Carl Grimes to do.

“Are you crashing here?” She asked, her free hand resting over her hip. Fuck, she looked good like that.

“Can I?” Carl asked, cocking a brow.

“Sure.”

Carl nodded and folded his hands over his chest. His eye never left her face.

They stayed like that, staring at one another, for a solid few minutes. Carl’s fingers would occasionally twitch, as if aching to reach out to her, but refraining to do so.

He didn’t look away from her, gaze lowering to her lips, as the soft brushing of fabric echoed through the room. Carl’s breath hitched as Y/N rested a hand on the cusp of his chest and stomach. He could no longer control the beating of his heart. He let out the shakiest of breaths, lovesick oxygen flowing from his nose and intoxicating him like one of cupid’s arrows. Y/N laughed to herself and slid a fingertip down his stomach, stopping at his belly button.

“Are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to do it?” She said, her voice somewhere in between a husky whisper and a soft demand.

“You- you want me to kiss you?” He stammered, mouth going dry.

“Yeah. And who said I want you to stop there?”

The condom in Carl’s pocket held a new weight.

“You said you were strong and manly,” She teased, fingers trailing lower on his gut. “When I called you girly in the bathroom.” When he was convinced she wasn’t listening to him.

“You told me that you can take charge, but I don’t believe you.” She was seducing him now. As dirty as it felt, it was working.

“Y-you don’t?” Carl squeaked.

“No. So, why don’t you prove it to me?”

Carl froze, Y/N’s hand barely an inch away from the growing tent in his pants. Suddenly, as if Eros himself had overtaken the boy’s body, Carl lunged forward.

Their lips met fiercely, and Invincible lay forgotten beside them.

[cranberrysaucebath]

Showered in Kisses

Bf!Carl Grimes x gf!reader x bf!Ron Anderson

CW: (ron and carl are aged up, rarl, poly relationship, shower sex, boys making out, threesome, double penetration, ron and carl both argue a little, fluff, smut, oral f!receiving, nipple play, ron LOVES boobs, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, dom!ron and sub!carl, slightly edited)

Word count: 2.2k

Tag list: @ib1te, @sulkycreamcheese, @stellalaylas, @goneandrotting

Each peel of the layers of clothes felt antagonizing. The soft material of your t-shirt soaked and caked with walker blood and dirt. Your jeans heavier from the, what you prayed was, still water that laid dormant in the basement of the house you ventured in on a scavenge.

Pulling on the lever, you sighed with relief as the room slowly filtered with the warmth of the steam from the shower head. Hot water cascading over your shoulders and back, you wiped your arms down with your hands, wincing from the crimson and brown tinted water that got sucked down the drain.

A soft sigh left your lips, almost through your gritted teeth while your palm glided over a particularly sore and sensitive part of your elbow. You could lightly recall falling over a pile of books when a walker had lunged at you. The adrenaline from the stressed moment made you forget about the searing pain.

You were so lost in thought, eyes staring down at the tiled floor of the shower, eyesight unfocused and blurry. A soft jump wracked through your body when you felt a familiar hand grip your breast. The right one. The boys’ favorite for some reason.

“...Ron…” you sighed, feeling him press soft kisses on your neck, following the curve to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“‘m here too…” Carl's soft voice rang in your ears, making you glance up from the hand clutching and fondling your breast.

“But why? I jus' got in…” you mumbled tiredly, leaning back against Ron's chest.

“We want to help you get cleaned up, duh.” Ron replied like it was the obvious, reaching for your body wash.

You were compliant, watching Ron's hands, following the way the pink gel puddled into his palm. As he rubbed his hands together, making it sud up, Carl also watched, taking a step closer and grabbing Ron's hands.

Raising a brow, Ron didn't protest, letting Carl gather some of the foam to clean you as well. Gently, Carl's rough hands followed the dips, curves, and plain of your body, kneeling down in front of you to wash your legs.

Now at eye level with your pussy, Carl had to hold back from toying with it in any way. Flicking your clit, swiping a finger between your folds. It was a difficult task, but he was determined to make sure your comfort was met before his desires.

Ron smirked, dragging his soapy palms up from your waist to your breasts, cupping them and admiring the way the soap slicked the hemispheres up.

“Ron, you're not even helpin'--” Carl shot a glare up at the other boy, huffing softly and going back to washing the blood off of your body.

“Shut up, Carl. ‘m helping.” Ron grumbled, pushing your breasts together with amusement.

A soft huff left your lips, eyes watching Ron's fumbling and playing with your breasts. Ron was always into your breasts, while Carl didn't exactly have a favorite. He loved everything equally. But Ron got it out of him one night.

Carl thought your thighs were amazing.

“They're so nice when they're soapy.” Ron purred, pushing his cheek against yours.

Carl's freckled cheeks were bright pink.

He was always flustered and so embarrassingly turned on when he got a front row seat to you and Ron. Carl never wanted to admit it, but god, seeing Ron take you over like that made him so hard.

So fucking hard.

His heart did flips, tummy tightening while he watched Ron's semi brush against the side of your thigh, the flesh red and slightly angry. Nowhere near as red and pissed off as Carl's. It was so bad that it hurt.

“Don't stare at my dick.” Ron spat, giving Carl a small glare before resuming his kisses on your wet shoulder, soft, slightly chapped lips dancing over the soft skin so perfectly.

“Don't be mean–” you tried to ease the tension the boys started.

“I wasn't starin'. I was lookin' at…you know…” Carl immediately defended himself, glancing away nervously playing with the ends of his hair.

“At what? Her cunt? Bet it's already wet…” Ron scoffed, giving your mound a soft spank and smirking against you at the gasp you let out in response to his action.

Carl gave a harder glare in return, standing up in front of the two of you, his lips pressing gentle pecks on your collar bone, hesitantly making his way closer and closer to Ron's area of affection. A soft moan left your lips, Ron's fingers tumbling and tweaking the hardened bud, fingers and palm dimpling into the fat flesh of your tit.

Ron's eyes widened a little, feeling Carl's lips brush against his the next moment he could. The taller boy made a soft little grumble of feigned annoyance, letting Carl move his lips against his. Carl's kisses were either two ways; soft and shy, or licking into your mouth like a dog.

Nothing in between.

Carl let out a soft muffled moan, licking into Ron's parted mouth, right next to your ear. You could hear every lick, kiss, and suckle Carl assaulted on to Ron's wet cavern.

You stood, placated and sandwiched between your boyfriends, both of their hard-ons for one another pressing against you. Ron's hand never left your breast, Carl's fingers quickly joining the toying of your nipple.

Ron didn't understand, but kissing Carl while touching you made his balls alright tighten up against himself like he was about to cum against your hip. He loved every single second of it. As much as he wanted to deny.

“Boys, what about me…” you softly whined, still annoyed that they ruined your shower, and now they were practically neglected your needs.

A little nipple fondling won't cut it.

“--mh, yeah. Sorry, baby.” Ron mumbled, pulling away from Carl to whisper in your ear while Carl's fingers traced, and teased their way down your sternum and tummy, right down to your pussy.

“You feel his fingers, sweet girl? Playin' with your little clit…jus' dragging his finger around the needy little thing…” Ron's deep voice purred in your ear, his teeth threatening your earlobe, before soothing the burning sting with a soft swipe of his warm tongue.

You could only muster a small nod, head hazy with the feeling of dizzying arousal and pleasure. The dual sensations of Carl's fingers and Ron's words making the most intoxicating motley that caused your thighs to tremble.

“She's so wet, Ron…like really wet. If you keep talkin' to her like that, I dunno if she'll be able to feel me–” Carl marveled, teasing your needy hole with a shallow dip of his middle finger, before slipping it in.

It barely got a response out of you.

“What if we both go in her? Would you like that, hm? Two cocks in this tight little snatch–”

You cut off Ron's purred promise with a moan in response, nodding dumbly and opening your legs without thought. God, two cute boys can make a girl pretty damn stupid in the right scenario.

“See that Carl? She wants us to fill her up.” Ron smirked, sucking your lobe into his mouth before releasing it with a soft wet ‘pop’.

The brunet was trembling, watching as the blond picked your leg up, spreading your soaked, puffy cunt out for viewing pleasure. Carl let out a soft moan, angling his cock in the proper position before slipping in. All the way to the root of his prick.

“H-holy…” Carl choked out, eye rolling back into his head while gripping your hip and the leg tossed over his hip.

It felt so fucking good. Your warm, wet walls squeezing his cock rhythmically.

“Does she need to adjust? Need to adjust?” Ron hummed, hand still gently palming your breast, lips pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

When Ron and Carl saw the little shake of a ‘no’, Carl pulled back a little, before sinking back into the amazing heat of you. Ron's hand finally gave up on imprisoning your breast, slipping down to rub soft, delicate 8-figures over your swollen clit.

Ron adored everything about the two of you, watching as Carl's hips stuttered against your writhing ones, his cock slipping in and out intimately. He could get used to the occasional free show that came with dating you two.

Carl buried his face against your breasts, panting and gasping while his hips bucked and humped against yours. Your hands flew to his head, fingers clenching and tangling into the now wet hairs of his. A cry left both Carl's and your lips, Ron's finger wiggling in with Carl's pistoning cock.

“Ready? ‘bout to have two dicks in the same hole, sweetheart.” Ron cooed, almost mockingly, shifting himself so his cock was just lined up, before pushing in with Carl's now stilled one.

The three of you all had varying reactions. Carl looked ready to cry while he shook against your chest. Ron let out a low groan from his throat, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle any louder noises. You just trembled along with Carl, moans and gasps leaving your lips.

“Y-you…fuck– you guys ready?” Ron rasped out, waiting for a verbal response from both of you.

“Yeah…” you whispered, feeling the sensation of being split open. It made you see stars behind your closed eyelids, eyelashes fluttering.

Carl could barely speak or move, struggling to hold his hips still, “Mh-hmmm…”

Ron pulled back, his length dragging against your walls and Carl's cock. Your legs shook, struggling to keep yourself steady while moans freely left your parted lips, drool dripping down your chin. Your head tipped back against Ron's shoulder, gasping out little cries and coos of ‘Carl’ and ‘Ron’.

The two boys would gasp and choke whenever their cocks would catch on one another, the drag feeling deliciously taboo. Your walls squeezed and clenched repeatedly, trying to stretch around them both. Ron's fingers fumbled over your needy nub in the heat of the moment, Carl's hand quickly joining in the pleasurable ministrations.

Between their chests, you were like a yowling cat in heat. Moaning, gasping, mewling. The noises that you couldn't stop from spilling out of you encouraged the pair more. Fingers gliding over your slippy clit, cocks pounding in and out at an almost ruthless pace.

“O-oh god! ‘m gonna cum–” you tried to warn them, but couldn't as your tight walls clenched. Tight. Spasming around the two invading appendages.

The two boys both made noise. Ron groaned lowly, Carl moaning freely and tossing his head back. Their seed painted your inner walls, and each other. Hips rutting desperately to ride out the overwhelming pleasure that almost caused them to stop breathing.

The three of you panted as they stilled, the only sound other than the water from the shower head running over your head. Carl curled up closer to you, softening dick still wedged in your tight hole with the help from Ron's soft cock.

His cheek pressed against your chest, Ron helping you back down onto your feet before resting his hot forehead against your wet shoulder. The atmosphere was lighter, but still hot, and not just from the steam and water.

Ron groaned softly, slowly pulling his cock from the confines of your cunt and Carl's cock. As he pulled out, Carl's fell out, letting the mixture of both of their cum leak out of your used hole. Carl watched in slight awe, before Ron's tired voice called out to him.

“Why don't you clean her up? With your tongue.” Ron murmured, eyes searching for Carl's one baby blue.

The other boy only nodded, dropping to his knees and pressing soft kissing on your mound and thighs. A soft trembled sigh left your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the soft affection Carl gave you. His devious tongue slipped between your folds, lapping up the motley of fluids.

His own cum, Ron's cum, and your release.

It tasted good. Amazing even.

Carl could get used to cleaning you up after him and Ron thoroughly fuck you.

After licking and sucking an orgasm out of you, Carl stood back up, letting out a soft huff. His chin glistened with your arousal and the mix of semen, that one puppy eye staring at you and Ron for praise and validation that he did good.

“You did good, sweetheart. Didn't he?” you hummed, giving Ron's hand a gentle squeeze to get his attention.

“...yeah. He did.” Ron reluctantly agreed, biting back a smile when he saw the twitch of one on Carl.

You felt a smile spread across your lips, enjoying the fact that your boyfriends weren't arguing for once.

“...let's, uh, let's finish your shower.” Carl whispered, grabbing the shower gel.

Ron nodded in agreement, giving your cheek a soft peck, and holding his hand out, palm up for some of the soap.

God, being pampered was one of your favorite things from the two lovesick boys. Carl's hands dragged over your arms, being mindful of the bruises. Ron focused on your back, careful when going over any zits or bug bites.

“...you guys better keep ‘em down. ‘m even more tired than I was before.” you teased softly, closing your eyes.

[issalovescandyclouds]

TWD Teens No Outbreak AU Headcanons!

Characters: Enid Rhee, Carl Grimes, Ron Anderson, and Mikey

Enid Rhee

General:

Enid loves giving and receiving handmade gifts. She always makes can tap bracelets, crocheted items, and embroidered art.

Her biological parents passed when she was seven, and she went from foster home to foster home until Glenn and Maggie adopted her when she was ten.

A TON of piercings. She gave herself a nostril piercing when she was thirteen after watching a tutorial on YouTube. All her piercings since then have been done by professionals, though.

She has a septum, her DIY nostril piercing, two lip piercings, ear piercings, and a tongue piercing. She plans to get her eyebrow pierced soon too.

She constantly takes Glenn’s pants and Maggie’s flannels. They find it endearing.

Is DEFINITELY a Tumblr and ao3 girly.

Loves taking pictures on her digital cameras and her Polaroids.

Her bed has a mountain of plushies and she LOVES putting fairy lights everywhere in her room. She also has those lights you can control the color of from your phone or a remote.

One of her favorite things to do with her friends is go out to parks or the woods at night just to listen to music, eat cheap pizza, and skate.

Music:

LOVES Mitski, Lana Del Rey, Conan Gray, girl in red, and Laufey, but also listens to bands like Nine Inch Nails, Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, and The Neighborhood.

Plays bass and piano. She learned piano when her parents were still alive, and the skill stuck with her then she started learning bass in her freshman year of high school.

Plays her music on a record player or CD player, unless she’s out and forgot her bag with her CDs and her discman.

As Your Girlfriend:

She shows her love through physical touch and her actions. She’ll do things like remember your favorite songs or snacks and always have her arm around you or her hand in yours.

If you’re going through a rough time, she’s by your side. If you’re struggling in school, she’s helping you. She’s the best girlfriend you could ask for.

Hobbies:

Knitting, crocheting, writing (fanfiction, stories, poetry, etc), drawing, painting, playing video games, baking/cooking, scrapbooking, sewing, DIYing, collaging, reading (comics and books), collecting figurines, photography, embroidery, skating (skateboarding, roller skating, ice skating, whatever involves skating), and playing her instruments.

Carl Grimes

General:

He lost his eye in a hunting accident when he was twelve. Kind of like when Otis shot him, but he lost his eye this time.

He wears his mom’s wedding ring on a necklace with his guitar pick. (Lori died in childbirth with Judith like she did in the show, but Judith is Rick’s in this AU.)

100% says “six-seven” a LOT and annoys the hell out of Enid with it. (She punched him in the face once)

Went through a bit of an emo phase in grades sixth through ninth, but eventually landed in between grunge and metalhead with a side of the occasional cowboy boots and flannels.

That one friend who ends up bringing his little siblings (Judith and R.J.) along when his group is going to fun place. (Ex: Arcades, the park when it’s still light outside, anywhere that a kid would be really. Rick makes him do it, but he doesn’t mind.)

The classic teenage older brother who loves his family and friends with all his heart kind of guy.

His room is either a mess or spotless, there’s no in between.

He ABSOLUTELY does his eyeliner.

DESPISES cooking or touching the stove. He’ll somehow burn water.

Found Enid’s Wattpad when they were thirteen and has NEVER let her live it down. (She moved to ao3 and Tumblr soon after and he’s been hunting it down.)

Music:

Mainly listens to Pierce The Veil, Iron Maiden, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, and Metallica, but he won’t complain if someone puts on Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, or Madonna. (He not-so-secretly loves them)

Goes to backyard/garage music shows with Enid, Ron, and Mikey, and even proposed starting a band of their own.

Plays electric and acoustic guitar. Rick had both laying around in the basement from his own teenage years, and he immediately started teaching Carl when he took an interest in it.

He uses discmans and record players too.

As Your Boyfriend:

He’s a total dork. He gets flustered if you do so much as kiss his cheek, and he LOVES physical touch.

If you two are cuddling, he’s always just staring at your face with a smile.

Definitely gives you his shirts, sweaters, and jackets. Not because you ask, but because he likes to see you in them. (And he likes people at school to realize that whatever you’re wearing is his.)

A TOTAL loverboy. His dad taught him to be that way. He always buys you flowers or plays his guitars for you.

Hobbies:

Reading comics, collecting figurines, skateboarding, roller skating, playing video games, scrolling on his phone, spending time with his family and friends, playing his guitars, drawing, writing (poetry and stories), gardening, sewing, DIYing, painting, and watching TV.

Ron Anderson

General:

Runs away and sneaks out a LOT because of his dad. Most of the time he’ll end up at Mikey’s, Enid’s, or Carl’s house, but sometimes he’ll go to his partner if he has one. (Rick found out about Pete one night and immediately put a warrant for his arrest out.)

Smokes weed and cigarettes. A guy approached him after a particularly rough night with his dad when he was just walking around, and he’s been smoking ever since.

LOVES anime and manga. His favorite is probably Attack On Titan or The Fist of the North Star.

Is always getting Sam out of the house, and even got a job so he could afford to take him places to distract him from their home life.

CANNOT choose between cats or dogs, so he has both! He has an orange tabby cat and a golden retriever. Luckily, they get along. Sam loves both of the animals as well.

He and Carl have the same style, so they’re ALWAYS sharing clothes. They’re best friends.

Has a fake ID, 100%. He buys alcohol occasionally, but it’s mostly for weed.

Is totally brainrotted and much like Carl, he annoys the hell out of Enid with it. He also FOUND Enid’s ao3 and Tumblr. Her writing and girlblogging is NOT safe from the duo.

Music:

His music taste is very similar to Carl’s. Pierce The Veil, Iron Maiden, Nirvana, Black Sabbath, etc, but he also loves bands like Weezer and Korn. (So does Carl.)

Plays electric guitar and the drums, and is very skilled with the second. His drums are his escape. (And his way to take his frustration out.)

Prefers CDs since they’re smaller and more portable, but his mom bought him a record player and some vinyls for his sixteenth birthday, so he uses that at home. (He also found his mom’s iPod and uses that too.)

As Your Boyfriend:

He tries to be a sweetheart, but he doesn’t know how to because of his parents’ relationship. He was never really shown what a healthy relationship looks like, but he knows it’s not whatever the hell his parents have, so he avoids that.

Is SUPER awkward. If he buys you flowers or writes/draws something for you, he can’t look at you while gives it to you. Eye contact is his weakness when it comes to you. It’s adorable.

Will TRY to play his instruments for you, but he always gets shy or embarrassed. You found it’s best not to look at him until he’s done playing so he doesn’t get nervous.

Makes playlists for you. No doubt about it.

ADORES physical touch. He always falls asleep on your chest or stomach with his arms tightly wrapped around you. Once he’s out, you’re not getting up, but you don’t mind.

Hobbies:

Reading comics, photography, collaging, cooking, scrapbooking, skateboarding, track and field, sewing, DIYing, painting, drawing, embroidery, making playlists, playing his instruments, journaling, smoking, sneaking out, playing with his pets and brother, playing video games, reading manga, going on walks, jogs, and runs, and watching anime.

Mikey

General:

Totally older brother core, except he’s an only child.

LOVES ao3 and Tumblr. He and Enid are each other’s biggest fans. They leave Kudos, likes, and comments on EVERY single thing they see of each other.

Still uses a 3DS, game boy, Xbox 360, and iPod aside from his more modern things. No one will ever get him away.

He and Ron have been friends since they were toddlers and always have movie nights. (Carl and Enid are included sometimes, of course.)

That “teenage dirtbag” guy that everyone tries to be, but he KNOWS how to do it instead of just be performative about it.

Has a sassy man attitude (which he got from Enid) and people always get caught off guard because he looks like the sweetest guy ever.

LOVESSSS My Babysitter’s a Vampire and Twilight. No one will EVER take him away from those shows. He even got Enid into them.

Totally goes to comic con. (Ron, Carl, and Enid do as well, and they’ve ALL gone in cosplay a few times.)

Music:

Loves Mindless Self Indulgence, Nirvana, Weezer, and My Chemical Romance, but also loves Lana Del Rey, Conan Gray, and The Neighborhood. (Very similar to Enid.)

Uses everything BUT his damn phone for music. CDs, an iPod, vinyls, even cassingles.

He plays drums, keyboard, and acoustic guitar.

When Carl suggested a band, he immediately agreed. (Because who WOULDN’T?)

Likes to fuck with people by saying “Name five songs”. He ALWAYS says that when someone says they like Nirvana too.

As Your Boyfriend:

He hates physical touch, but he tolerates it from you. He likes to keep it minimal, though. He’ll hold your hand or let you lay your head on his shoulder, stomach, lap, or chest, but he usually hates hugs or cuddles. He likes his personal space.

Makes you listen to music with him. Mostly without talking. He prefers to coexist, which is fine.

Definitely makes playlists for you, and he tries his best to incorporate what you like in them.

He gets annoyed when you do the “Guess who” thing, but it soon fades when he sees you smiling.

Has hugged you TWICE, and you were shocked both times, but you immediately reciprocated.

Hobbies:

Photography (mainly on digital or disposable cameras and Polaroid cameras), blogging on Tumblr, drawing, playing his instruments, writing (fanfiction), collaging, sewing, knitting, crocheting, embroidery, baking, cooking, reading (books, manga, and comics), playing video games, painting, cosplaying, riding his bike, skateboarding, roller skating, going on walks, journaling, scrapbooking, and DIYing.

A/N: Let me know if I should make more TWD headcanons! Please do not steal my work or feed it to AI btw. 😓

[555lucky]

Draw.... Rarl please

did i eat or nah

dude…. why the HELL is my style so anime…… but yrsh i really like rarl ^q^ even thougb they hated each other and tried to kill each other [heart]

[girlzombz]

someone said that ron anderson probably thought that all the alcohol would run out after the apocalypse started and he’d finally get his dad back oh mh god im sick

[spleenmuncher]

TWD characters as textposts part 1

(Assorted characters)

[kokhav-lives]

ruhhhruh rarl uhhmmmmm rarl :( hhhhuhhhhhrarl hhh