» carl didn’t know a thing

el. she/her. 19. cegan central. stindy on ao3.

[tealdream-blog1]

would be nice if you continued the teal dream 😢😢

i'm glad someone else wants to see more of it because so do i lmaoooi'm ending out a terribly hard semester right now so hopefully i'll be able to write some more soon! thank you for being interested, it means a lot

[tealdream-blog1]

[anotherceganblog]

Carl wanted him, he’d said so multiple times, but Negan declined each time. Negan tried to live his life without regret, and that meant avoiding things he could definitely regret later.

“When you’re older, kid.” “Things need to clear up between me and your dad, first.” “Soon, I promise.”

He wanted to say yes, he wanted to raw this angsty twink on the pool table, but he had to restrain himself. He couldn’t let either of them have regrets.

The day Rick’s voice came over the walkie-talkie, Negan regretted everything.

[spacereatard]

another monster came out

[reddskyy]

negan: i have no weaknesses

rick: carl

negan: i have one (1) weakness

[tealdream-blog1]

you got a fetish for my love i push you out and you come right back don’t see a point in blaming you if i were you, i’d do me too

[dailytwd]

[sakura-haruka]

[awareslaura]

Fic: His Best Friend’s Dad 1/1

Author: awareslaura

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Daddy Kink, Wet Dreams, Negan is Ron’s Dad,

Pairings: Carl Grimes/Negan, Carl Grimes/Ron Anderson (Crush) 

Length: 2,750 words

Read it here

A/N: I’m blaming @tealdream for this one! 

[leatherandbandages]

carl: you know when you think about how much you hate someone and you get a boner?

daryl: what the fuck kid

jesus: yeah, no one does that

carl: haha yeah I was totally just kidding

carl, internally: fuck

[kimwexlersponytail]

Carl starting the war

[neganuniverse-deactivated202105]

[dontkeepcalmandfanboy]

Negan: Wipe that smug look off your face.

Carl: This is just my face.

Negan: Right. Constant state of conceit. How's that self satisfaction taste? Better than my cum?

Carl: ...

Negan: ...

Rick: ....

Rick: What did he just say?

[leatherandbandages]

Negan had given up on all things pretty, because the world had turned too ugly to bear pretty things anymore. He had created his empire from fear and blood, decorated it with stolen things and brought the men to their knees and their women to his bed.

The women – they’d been pretty before, perhaps; but whatever charm they may had possessed in the past had been watered down and rinsed off by the cynicism this world was fueled by, and Negan thought of them as little else other than silly-uniformed trophies he kept to remind his men that everything they had ever owned, now belonged to him.

It wasn’t a very good life, nor simple: it was a life, however, and Negan tried not to mourn the pretty things he missed.

Then, he found Carl.

Delicate and pale wrists, unwillingly kneeling while obviously taut with fury; that pink, young mouth sneering in the darkness. And then, that delightful blue and spiteful glare behind all that pretty hair.

The moment Negan set his eyes on the boy, he had been gone, and with the boy in his room, he couldn’t resist anymore.

He needed to see that face, bare.

It was mesmerizing; that gruesome hole amidst all that pale skinned beauty. He looked like a delicate china doll someone had played too roughly with and tossed in a corner where it had gathered dust and resentment.

God, he was so fucking beautiful.

It had been so easy to get Carl to want him.

Beneath that hostile surface Negan found a touch-starved, fucked up boy who licked up anything Negan gave him; praise, insults, come. Carl swallowed it all and asked for more, and Negan grew addicted to biting bruises into those creamy thighs; to mark him up and draw filthily whines from that milky frail throat.

Negan had Carl wearing lace panties beneath his clothes. He got hard watching the kid walk around with his badass machine gun; watching him talk to his father like everything was business as fucking usual; like he wasn’t wearing naughty little girl’s lingerie that Rick’s worst enemy had gotten for him beneath those layers of flannel.

Later, Negan would shove those skimpy little panties to the side before eating the boy out - he’d drool over that pink sweet pucker and dine on him like he would a feast; Carl’s high-pitched pleas for more making him heady like wine.

Carl would come on his tongue, his fucked out little voice whimpering Daddy, yes, daddy fuck.

Negan would find himself with a lapful of long-limbed teen; clinging to him like Negan had hung the moon itself, and Carl would toss his pretty head back and moan like a whore when Negan nibbled at his throat, jaw, his ear; on the edge of his morbid eye-socket.

“Love you” Negan whispered, tracing the tip of his tongue across the unseeing flesh.

He hadn’t planned to say it, not at all. He hadn’t even realized how much he fucking down-to-the-bones meant it until Carl gasped against his ear and came, wordlessly and untouched.

That’s when Negan said it again. “So fucking much,” he breathed shakily against the socket, his arms tightening around Carl who trembled in his arms.

“Why?” Carl’s one eye leaked tears, and Negan lapped them up, traced his tongue over the salty wet skin and drank the boy down.

Negan said: “Cause you’re the only pretty thing left in this shitty world.”

[tealdream-blog1]

carl: shut the hell up

negan:

[spacereatard]

RICKS FACE LMAO

[tealdream-blog1]

“is he gonna fuck my kid right here?! in front of me?!”

[lemonschweetzdeleting-deactivat]

This made me so happy. Never give up and follow your dreams.

[dontkeepcalmandfanboy]